Last night coming into DCA, before the snafu at the luggage carousel, we had the most wonderful descent into the city. Following the Potomac from the north, we coasted over the river, looking down over my adopted home, seeing the residential portion of Northwest blink in and out beneath the canopy of trees like so many fireflies on a warm summer night. Then it was the Cathedral in view, majestic and tall among the otherwise squat buildings, the red beacons on its prow welcoming the flight home.
We flew close over Rosslyn and the view over Georgetown was just incredible, the Key Bridge, then the Memorial Bridge, then the holy trinity of DC Landmarks, the Lincoln, the Washington and the Capitol lined up like some sort of man-made constellation of gleaming white marble. I hadn’t remembered seeing the crenellated skylight there the last time I fly over. Then it was down over the water, then the brief spot of beach, and then touchdown.
“Welcome to Washington, D.C., the local time is ten to eleven. Please set your watches forward to Eastern Daylight Time.”
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
I live and work in the District of Columbia. I write at We Love DC, a blog I helped start, I work at Technolutionary, a company I helped start, and I’m happy doing both. I enjoy watching baseball, cooking, and gardening. I grow a mean pepper, keep a clean scorebook, and wash the dishes when I’m done. Read Why I Love DC.
