We left D.C. this morning in darkness. Dawn rose, pink and gold, over Maryland, and by Delaware, it shone sharp and clear. I spent New Jersey thinking about the geography of friendship, all the people I know temporary or long-term staying along my route, unvisitable in the rapid tour which is this trip. The air was so clear over the Hudson that we could see New York City crisply backlit off in the far distance from the Tappan Zee bridge.
In Connecticut, sun-warmed water dripped slowly from tall, thin trees, and the air smelled fresh and clean from the light breeze over snow.