Buses align Ohio Drive, one after the other, and block my once-daily view of the Potomac.
Large chatty groups of tourists swarm the National Mall, oblivious to the bike commuters that weave around them. They start the day early, and I fail to wake up any earlier to avoid their field trips.
The sudden influx is an annual jolt. The quiet commute is gone. Rush hour noises surround me. They seem even louder than before. People chatter and shout, buses belch and surge. And there’s honking. Always honking.
I still seek stillness in the ruckus. It’s my silent scavenger hunt. Instinct guides me, and the camera in hand is like an extra set of eyes.
A moment may be all there is before a still spot vanishes. Years ago, that would anger me. Now it is all I need.
Chasing Mailboxes 