Dawn

This is the week that the sun rises in my face as I arrive at work. I bike up Captol Hill on Constitution Avenue. It's east-west and Romanly straight. At the Vernal Equinox the sun pops up at 6:00 am as I near the hilltop, or, as today, flares behind low clouds in a firey mass. I like it. You'd think this symbolic end of winter brings with it nothing but good: blossoms and warm breezes, but it also brings Daylight Saving Time next week, plunging the beginning of my day back into darkness for another month, and it brings the tree pollen that makes my respiratory system go haywire.

Click this link for photos of the equinox at the megalithic Loughcrew Cain in Ireland.