It's been the kind of driving day when I look longingly out the window as I zoom past side trails I've strolled, imagining what it would be like to be on them rather than behind the wheel of a car.
I've smelled the pine needles, pushed a low-hanging branch out of my way, even felt the fine feathery tendrils of a spider web.
But all the while I was really cruising down Main Street, Chain Bridge Road, the Beltway. I was in Fairfax and Vienna and Tysons Corner. Everywhere and nowhere, which is how it is when you're driving. All the while racing to get home ... so I can walk.