Passing Through 

I’m not sure if the arch is an entrance or an exit.

The air is too dry to be DC. The sky is brilliant with the late late daylight. It’s mid June. We’re having our longest days. And today is crisp, too. 

The first batch of happy hour revelers are leaving. The people deciding on that third drink are mixing into the people coming back in for dinner, drinks, theatre or all three.

Does the arch welcome my weekend or do I walk through it to close my week? I think there’s a material difference between these options.

But the difference, while with meaning, is irrelevant.