Places to Go
And it was. Only a few iffy crosswalks and curbs but otherwise blissfully snow-free stretches of sidewalk with the typically eclectric street life. Barristers with briefcases trudging meditatively through Judiciary Square giving way to raucous, red-shirted Capitals hockey fans pouring into Verizon Center.
Not as many tourists as usual, which meant a higher incidence of purposeful striding. Much like my own, I'm embarrassed to say. We walk quickly because we have Places to Go.
I wonder how many of us are going to the same place — a warm two-story colonial in need of repair; a kitchen that's seen better days, a fleet of cars that must be jockeyed in and out of the snow-walled driveway depending upon who's leaving first the next day. A room full of steam and cooking smells and "how are you's." A place that makes the walk —and the whole day — worthwhile.