Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rain in the City I think I might be growing to love this city - at least this part of it (northwest) which is, truly, where the cool monuments and buisnesses are (except for Georgetown, the trendy bar/boutique district). Every day, I walk past some really cool beaux-arts buildings, including one by the White House, which looks like a cross between a Roman temple, a Georgian manor house, and a Hindu temple. It's finally decided to storm. The sky was sunny, and then a wave of darkness moved accross it, accompanied by slashes of lightning and huge, booming rolls of thunder. Then, rain...a hard, pelting one that looked almost fake, like a Hollywood movie special effect. For a few moments, I stood under it and saw it falling on me, but I wasn't really getting damp; then the wind changed and I had to put up my bitty little umbrella and run back to the office, past the black lions that guard the Corcoran Gallery. I love the way things look in the rain. The marble steps of the entrance I went in by were so beautiful, all grey and speckled and gleaming. So here I am again, behind my computer, damp and slightly out of breath. Never thought I really liked cities much. 2:46 p.m. - 2001-08-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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