Friday, January 16, 2009
The Big Chill
A cold wind blew through DC yesterday, ripping the gray film off the sky and bringing in a deep cold. It was a meteorological unveiling, that wind. It was so dry and so cold, it left a metallic taste in my mouth.
I tried to get all the way to the Lincoln Memorial to check out the energy, but I was blocked every step of the way - by endless rows of porta potties, security fences and Brother Wind's sharp blade. Finally, at the WWII Memorial, I gave up. There will be plenty of time to feel the energy after the inauguration. Go with the flow, Reya, go with the flow.
This morning there is a great feeling of expectancy in the super cold air, like that second right before the gunshot that starts a race, or more aptly, like that moment at a concert when the conductor holds his baton high in the air. The orchestra settles down, the audience settles down and silence fills the hall.
And then ...