Coming home from work last night, the sign outside the school said it was 30 degrees. It was cold for a mid-November evening in DC.
I had run 5K during the noon hour, around the Tidal Basin. Given the frigid conditions, I had layered up threefold, which was naturally too much so I was perspiring freely by the end of the run.
I had the footpath encircling the tidal body of water mostly to myself and it was imperative to watch out for ice patches as the tide induced water tends to encroach upon the gradually sinking cement path. There were a few other runners who went by, one who was actually in shorts and running without a hat or gloves.
All the autumn leaves, so brilliant in their scarlet and golden hues last week, were much dulled and pretty much all knocked down given the gusting winds accompanying the current cold front. The tall, imperious MLK statue next to the Tidal Basin gleamed coldly white with scarcely anyone present to see his frigid stare across the water at the TJ statue housed inside the Jefferson Memorial's open rotunda.