D.C. in Silence.

Give me a 'capitol' W.

Washington D.C. – The streets remain dormant on Sunday morning: my only companion is the fetid stench of trash day as I make my way down Connecticut Avenue.

It’s early, though, and the pavement of this historic city is as yet unpainted by footsteps. That will soon change.

It’s like President Trump (which still feels strange to type) has taken everyone with him on his 17-day vacation. (Or, they’ve run away, exhausted by the early days of his tenure.)

Or, perhaps everyone is at church – apart from those less fortunate, lying supine on benches lining the parks’ boundaries. While it’s still comfortable out, you know the humidity is parked around the corner, engine running.

The National Museum of American History, hit at the heat of day with crowds of cellphones snapping, is a bit of a disappointment. I must have missed some of the most interesting exhibits. Perhaps I had just tired of no longer having solitude.

At the Newseum, however, silence.

Visitors stare at the antenna that stood atop the north tower of the World Trade Center prior to 9/11. Only the tinny, looped newscast echoes, replaying the horrors of the day.

So ingrained, they do anyway.