Sunday, September 18, 2011
I greet the day early
Washington DC is quiet on Sunday mornings. It's the only time of day, except deep night, when the streets of this city are physically quiet. There's no traffic, hardly anyone walking up or down East Capitol Street, you can't even hear birdsong. At dawn on a random Sunday morning, this crazy, fierce city of uber brainiacs is energetically quiet. People are in their beds, dreaming of world conquest or some other happiness. It's so peaceful!
I've always been a morning person, maybe because I so love this rare moment of spacious quiet before the mayhem of urban life starts up again. Ahhhh. (I tried for many years to be a night owl like the rest of my family and every cool person I've ever known. Jazz musicians, artists, raconteurs - nighttime is when they come alive. Me? I'm nodding out by 10 p.m. So. not. cool. We morning people have other virtues, not coolness, though.)
Taking a walk first thing in the morning was one of my favorite parts of living with Jake; it wasn't an option to stay in my sweats, hair rumpled, for an hour before getting out there like it is now. I always love seeing people come out to get the newspaper, like animals leaving their burrows at the end of winter. Since it's just for a second, most folks wear their robes, leave their hair rumpled. Everyone is so cute when they first wake up.
It's a moody, chilly fall morning in Washington DC. I don't know about you, but my plans (before I start working) include drinking tea and listening to the quiet. Happy Sunday. Shalom.