Moon Rising

I walked down Pennsylvania Ave tonight, headed back to the office after a break at the gym. I passed by the new World Bank building on Penn and 19th. I passed by the IMF building on 18th. Gym bag in hand, black cardigan keeping the wind off my bones, I slowed my pace. The night was crisp and clear and there was a hint of spring in the air. And there was the moon, rising, orange tinted from the low angle of it's reflected rays, beaming off the face of the moon. Framed by the White House front walk way - it's glowing parrallel row of florescent street lamps, - I thought what a beautiful city.