The sky here in the winter is the one thing I love about freezing my ass off here in DC in November through early March. Leaving the poker game, up $75, at just about quarter to one in the morning, I was greeted with such a lovely sky, that it made me forget the fact that it was only 29 degrees outside. Orion ascendant to the South, the blood red dot of Mars in the eastern sky, Procyon twinkling like a sapphire on a field of blue.
The whole thing looked so perfect, like an artist’s rendering, set in crystal above me.
As we left work last night for happy, the pale blue remnants of the day were settling in, chasing the orange out over Treasury across Freedom Plaza from us. The sky over the Reagan Center was that perfect fall mix of azure and turquoise.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs