Excuse me, guys. I miss you so much. After you have a big mess. It's nice.
Over the years, I've discovered that if I'm careful, the world really is a safe place.
But every so often, I have to remind myself of this fact.
To me, the city is always the most dangerous and uncertain place to live.
So whenever I need the assurance of the world's benignness, I go to the city.
Washington DC has always frightened me.
I passed through the city with my parents hundreds of times as a child,
but I was always afraid to walk on the street in DC.
I was afraid that something bad would happen to me.
So at 25, I decided to go there alone and spend the night.
I arrived at nightfall, but the city didn't seem to notice.
I was able to settle in without incident.
It seemed that my fears had been unfounded.
Nothing remained, but to take up a pen and record my thoughts before putting myself to bed.
I woke to a city far less menacing than the image of Washington DC.
My young mind had counted up.
I stepped confidently out onto the street and was able to enjoy a day of sightseeing.
Having seen some of the sights, and more importantly, face my fears, I headed back to Union Station.
The trip back home promised to be a good one,
for I was bound for the comfort and security of small town Virginia.
I was able to take a shot at the next part,
but I was also able to take a picture of the city.
I was able to take a picture of the city.
I was able to take a picture of the city.
