This morning I woke up bright in early to the familiar sounds of sirens, birds, and horns; the sounds of home. If you could tell I am not in Smalltown VA, but in the Mt. Pleasant section of the District of Columbia. I made some Cream of Wheat, cracked open a Diet Coke and took to the back porch where I happily watched several birds chat on tangle of telephone lines above the alley. I don't know what it is about this city - but I am so energized every time I am here - it is almost like when I come home, I am allowed to simply hit the "reboot" button on my life.
I "heart" DC