The National Mall, Washington D.C.

I walk by her side, and the darkness lifts from my soul. I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of mighty wings. Neil Gaiman, Sandman #8: “The Sound of Her Wings” Sometimes, not very often (insert 2020 joke here), I’ve had the luxury of traveling for business – and even rarer thanContinue reading “The National Mall, Washington D.C.”