Our last morning in Rosslyn, we took our annual walk into Arlington Cemetary. Fog obscured the Potomac River and the sunrise (which we had seen the day before, and of which I wrote the prior poem). A heavy frost settled from the fog, offering a different light effect on the headstones and lawn in Arlington Cemetary. Some of the trees had not yet dropped their leaves, giving more contrast against the green and white. With the cold, even the early morning joggers were hardly to be seen.
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