A moment on the hazy morning train from Fredericksburg

From here the sun looks even bigger than it already is. I'm losing battle of the curl against my hair and blue herons blend with the steam from above. The Rappahannock's topface is smooth as a vintage mirror with only the occassional ripple or wrinkle due to watercraft not wind. The morning is young but prematurely aged, an ungentle reminder that Washington, DC was indeed built on a swamp and that nature can be glorious even when oppressive.