Over the past few days things have really been winding down here in DC as people flee the city for the Fourth of July weekend. Each day there are fewer on the streets. Fewer on the Metros. Fewer on the buses. Fewer in the offices. And stores. And banks. All this fewering going on in large part is because congress went on recess last Friday and there is no one here to lobby or interview or pester or listen to (they tend to do all the talking) or report on.
I went to a Representative's office yesterday and his staff were reveling in the quiet and calm. Enjoying the down time of the week to actually stop and think and breathe. Up times tend to be noisy and busy allowing little time for thinking and breathing.
It's been quite nice bussing and training and walking around because I haven't had to zig and zag around folks or be bumped into or rushed ahead of by those in a hurry to get somewhere and do something (obviously a very important somewhere and something).
Today I'll go into work. Enjoying the relative calm and quiet. Tomorrow it should be even less busy with people either out of town or in their homes. I understand the National Mall gets quite packed for the fireworks and concert on the Fourth. That should be a sight. I think I'll walk down to the River here in Alexandria and watch it all from a few miles out. Sometimes crowds are best watched from a distance.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.