Twice,
now, in one week, I got up before 6 and out of the house before 7. Last weekend was for my half marathon (which
I mostly walked, having JUST gotten over a nasty cold & cough). And a few days ago it was to join my photo
friend for sunrise with the cherry blossoms at the tidal basin. Except there was no sun. The mist, however, was eerie and beautiful in its own
way.
