Lazy Sunday

My day: Savoring the smell of spring wafting through the windows as I dress. Watching sunbathers laying out in Lincoln Park and smiling at the children playing nearby. Dodging my way through thousands of demonstrators on the Mall. Admiring an elderly man, ostensibly a veteran, kneeling silently at the steps of the Capitol, an American flag in his hands.

Capitol Hill is quiet, except for the occasional helicopter overhead. One is so close that the balcony thumps beneath my feet from the rotation of the blades. I'm relaxed, sitting in a hammock on the roof. As I write this, birds chirp and a breeze rustles the tree above me.

Life is pretty damn good.