Sprung.

An early Saturday morning attempt to get our car inspected, led The Mister and me to a glorious drive through a newly awakening city. All was quiet on the waterfront; it seems the district was sleeping in for the holiday weekend. We had the place to ourselves and with the windows down we rolled effortlessly through the streets feeling the sun on our faces, smelling the blooms in the wind; the freshness was palpable.
This is why I love DC in the springtime.
The inspection station was closed, but no matter. We took our time getting home, threw open the windows, showered and fixed a yummy lunch.
We decided to go for another drive and somewhere in there, decided Mount Vernon would be the place to go. Through Old Town and past the Fort, it was quite warm, almost hot. The water on the Potomac was picturesque and the sailboats were racing. It was as if we were running away from winter, shedding the layers behind us.