(Trees.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
It was nice enough out that I could amble home from work today, so I opted for the “scenic route” along the National Mall. I had to stop at one point and just admire how twilight shone through the trees as a warm northwest breeze rustled the canopy. A heavy sense of history seemed to settle over me, as if all the generations that had trod this place through the years had left a palpable aura, so thick you could almost smell it.
Or maybe it was the contractors’ porta-potties as the workers dismantled the tents from last week’s National Black Family Reunion.