DPP 07: Morning Has Risen

Fridays are the best days. On Fridays, I. drops me off at the metro on his way to work early in the morning, I travel into the Big City, and I spend the day reading in one of the most amazing libraries in the world. From the moment our alarms go off until the time we finish supper, there is a lovely and predictable routine that starts with bathing, cooking breakfast, packing lunch and books, driving to the metro, greeting the newspaper man at the metro entrance, and then riding the metro: setting off from the semi-darkness of the first station, disappearing into the underworld of tunnels that run under the city, and then stepping off, ascending from the dark catacombs of transit into the dazzling beauty of sunrise on Capitol Hill. As I walk towards the Capitol, then around and past the Library of Congress, the mornings are bright not just with the pink gleam of sunrise on the national marble, but also with the promise of time about to be well spent. Photographs will never do these moments justice.