Metro from Below
Yesterday I found myself in a new-to-me part of town. It took a while to orient myself, but once I did I was striding toward the river and the Mount Vernon Trail, hard by National Airport.
My shoes were pinching and my bag was heavy, but I needed to be thinking — which meant I needed to be walking.
It was a cloudy, early-spring afternoon. Warm and almost humid. Bikers rule the trail in that part of town so I stayed diligently to the right.
But the foot fall worked its magic. I could think! I could start to see the world from a different perspective.
And, as if to underline that point, I looked up to see a Metro train glide by, so much more futuristic and Monorail-like when seen from afar. It caught the rays of the setting sun and glittered in the light.
I snapped a shot so I could remember: It's all about perspective.
My shoes were pinching and my bag was heavy, but I needed to be thinking — which meant I needed to be walking.
It was a cloudy, early-spring afternoon. Warm and almost humid. Bikers rule the trail in that part of town so I stayed diligently to the right.
But the foot fall worked its magic. I could think! I could start to see the world from a different perspective.
And, as if to underline that point, I looked up to see a Metro train glide by, so much more futuristic and Monorail-like when seen from afar. It caught the rays of the setting sun and glittered in the light.
I snapped a shot so I could remember: It's all about perspective.
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