We bought some massive, fluffy donuts at Shoppers and had an evening at Gravelly Point, a park at the end of Ronald Reagan Airport's runways.
The planes were loud and intimidating. They howled like a DC blizzard.
Laura danced while they flew away.
Earlier yesterday I kicked the last surviving mound of snow out of the shade, and it's gone now. Defunct like the winter.
It was 70 degrees yesterday afternoon.
Happy Spring Solstice, everyone.
2 comments:
Reminds me of when I was little. We went to watch the planes come in at LAX.
love the last pic of you two
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