It’s a beautiful day.
I sat in Lafayette Park behind the White House, eating lunch and reading Cory Doctrow’s new stories.
A cloudless sky and bright sun was casting strong shadows through the trees. A powerful breeze only a few degrees cooler than the general temperature gave me that wavey-haired, 1980s-MTV-video look. Flocks of pigeons swooped through the walkways. Quiet people lined the paths, on benches and in the grass. The leaves covering the ground showed me that fall has started even if the trees don’t show it yet.
As I sat there staring at it all, I think the woman two benches down believed I was contemplating wether she would taste good with ketchup.
(Pictures to come.)