85 Degrees and Sunny

As I walked home from Dupont Circle today I passed:

a three-year-old chasing his mother in circles

men, black and white, playing chess

a busker trying to get some respect from passers-by

a gay couple walking their toy schnauzers

a woman loading up her old fashioned bike with groceries purchased from Whole Foods

a man resting against a store front laughing at his recently developed pictures

a woman with a vibrant orange scarf casually draped across her shoulder

a man wheeling his daughter in her stroller

a young couple chasing after their 18 month-old daughter who loves to run

a older father pushing the wheelchair of his daughter who has severe disabilities

a pair of older men, long-time friends, out for a walk in the late afternoon.

I pass beautifully restored row houses, see the ghosts the "Paint District" and the hole in the ground that will soon become more modern luxury condos, row houses that are no longer single-family homes, row houses that haven't yet succumbed to gentrification making its way east and abandoned shells of row houses.

I love my walk home.