Last Hours

In the muted sounds of the early morning hours of a Saturday, I strolled, sipping my latte. The gentle whirs of the occasional cars, woofing dogs, chirping birds, and the muffled conversations of passer-bys floated around me as I walked along DC's streets. In my last hours in the city, my wanderings flooded me with a joy, that I imagine, one only feels in a city that's home. ​