DC in the Morning
I hate going to sleep.
Every now and then (think weekends) the restlessness in me wins and I’ll hop out of bed, shower up, get dressed and be downtown by 5:00 a.m. It’s a terribly interesting time to be awake in our Nation’s Capital; bums and joggers share sidewalks in the darkness, pooches pop their morning squats and other up-until-dawn devotees stroll up and down empty streets. And I dig it. It’s quiet, which is probably why I enjoy it so much. The tourists are still tucked under their hotel sheets, dreaming about whether to spend the day at the Air & Space Museum or take a chance on the Newseum (pick the latter). The Tourmobile and Circulator busses waiting to pick up those tourists are idling quietly in their respective garages. You can hear birds.