Today is a Washington day. The sun is shining so hard, doing its best to keep us warm. But the crisp chill is in the air and the wind is blowing. As soon as I walked out of my door this morning, it takes me back to Washington, to my sister.
Washington, in itself, doesn't hold much meaning for me. But it is a dramatic backdrop of unbelievable scenery and fresh air that brings you so close to nature that the memories you make there are imprinted a little harder, a little deeper.
I've been sitting at my desk for a few hours, I go outside to soak in the sun and it hits me again. Tears sting my eyes and my heart.