It's that magical time in Washington D.C. The cherry blossoms are in bloom. For only a few days, gorgeous pink and white blossoms on trees a hundred years old color the city. In a breath, they are gone.
Tomorrow, I am forsaking everything else of importance: my writing, an impending birthday party, Easter preparations, house cleaning, a laundry basket full of clean clothes that need folding. Tomorrow I am hopping on the metro at the rise of the sun and spending the day chasing the perfect photo.
If I get it, I'll post it tomorrow. If not, I'll be weeping in my computer. Either way, I'll be back tomorrow, sore feet and all.