Today at lunch I looked out the window and saw something I haven’t seen for months: crisp, clear air.
For the past week the air has, of course, been better than Beijing but it wasn’t until today that it really hit me. It wasn’t that big of a deal to look off into the distance and see hills, trees, homes or whatever in relatively clear sky, as I have for the past few days while eating lunch atop NPR’s building. What I saw today, though, was an intersection. I know it sounds lame, but I looked out the window and saw a completely crisp view of an intersection seven floors below and one block over.
This clear view was refreshing and I liked it a lot. It reminded me of crisp days on top of Palmer on Mt. Hood after a day of rain when Mt. Jefferson and beyond were crystal clear in the distance.
