I don’t know how people live so close to the flight line as they do in Rosslyn. It’s just never made sense to me why someone would choose to live beneath the noise of a planes engine at full throttle as it scorches into the clear blue sky. But there I was at just after 7 this morning picking up some keys for a client.
I stood outside on the brisk air, the first sign of Autumn’s arrival, in the shadow of these two cranes, wondering how soon I’d see the skeletal steel of yet another densepacked space in Rosslyn. Give me the bucolic Fairlington, any day.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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