This past weekend was magical. I’ve been saying for a few weeks that a low-key weekend was required—both for the sake of my wallet and my well-being. Kate was on vacation (in Florida, lucky duck) so I took the opportunity to seclude myself and have an all about me weekend. I worked 56 hours last week so Friday night was for decompressing and going to bed early.
I set my Saturday alarm for 5AM, woke up way before the sun, and headed into the city with the hopes of beating the crowds and getting to witness the sun rising around the monuments. I drove in and parked at the Jefferson Monument, one I had actually never been to before. I arrived just in time to watch the foggy sky turn pink and snapped a few pictures. Turns out all the serious photogs head out this early—I saw two maternity sessions, an engagement session, a family session, and a bridal session in just a two-hour period. My iPhone photography and even my DSLR felt a little puny in comparison to the professionals, but I got some awesome shots nonetheless.
The cherry blossoms are just starting to come in, I imagine by this coming weekend they will have bloomed fully, and park workers were just starting to set up for the Cherry Blossom Festival and 5K that was this weekend.
I walked around the basin to see Washington, the World War II Memorial (the fountains are on!!!!!!!!!), and then continued onward to my favorite place.
I almost had Lincoln all to myself, aside from a couple getting wedding portraits taken, a park worker, and the occasionally jogger, it was just me sitting on that massive stoop. And it was so lovely to watch the sun rise behind the Washington Monument and then turn around to see the amazing shadows being cast on Lincoln.
Being awake so early in the city, I had walked through all the major monuments before 8AM, was so funny. I’ve lived in the city that never sleeps, and nothing could be truer of New York. Claire and I spent one night in particular out searching for a lost (drunk….) friend and the city never got fully quiet. We made it back to our apartment just in time to realize the sun was rising under our bedroom doors and to collapse in a fit of giggles about how ridiculous the late evening and early morning had been. Yes, New York is the city that never sleeps. DC on the other hand does rest, but only for a short time. For a few hours after the workaholics shut down for the night but before the runners lace up their sneakers, the city is quiet. But even at 6AM there was an energy on the streets. One by one Nike clad runners emerged, fanny pack wearing tourists descended on the monuments, and there were a few suits out, still working, even on Saturday morning. It was quiet, no one is very social that early in the morning, but it wasn’t lonely. That’s what I love about living in a big city, you’re never really alone, but you can always find a moment or a place to yourself.
I headed home at 9AM for a breakfast and shower break and then packed my bag to head into Dupont Circle. After a nice little tour of the bookshops in the area I landed at a bakery with massive peanut butter cookies. I ignored the funny looks I got when I asked for a glass of whole milk (why do all adults think whole milk is weird? Sorry not sorry for having strong bones), and settled in to read my book for the afternoon.
It was pretty much the perfect day and was capped off by a glorious nap.
I kind of love taking myself on little adventures in the city.