There was no turning back once I'd gone a mile because now the silver line Metro station was far behind me and I might as well go on. Ten miles west of my house, the trail is much more rural with more natural growth, adjacent water and occasional wildlife.
I saw a crane fly by, its wings outstretched, as I traversed a bridge over a rushing stream. The rain was pattering but not pouring, and it soon stopped, leaving behind puddles and a wet trail.
At Vienna, I was halfway home. I could have veered off there to a nearby orange line Metro station, but although my legs were getting weary and heavy, I was enjoying the peace and solitude the outing was providing to me.
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