Shadow Commuters

Since Friday, we have been in the deep freeze, with temperatures in the teens or lower. I'm remembering all over again why I no longer live in Chicago. There, the deep freeze was the norm. Here it's the exception.

Working in Crystal City, though, I have a secret weapon: the Underground. One of its passageways leads from Metro to the building across the street from my office. It's a little longer as the crow flies, but ever so much warmer.

I notice now a definite uptick in the number of Underground pedestrians, people like me, scampering in the warmth, eschewing the wind and cold.

There we were, dressed for the chill in boots, scarves and gloves — walking down what is essentially a hallway. Are we shadow commuters, or the real thing?