Remember to Look

As I walked through the cavernous space that is Metro Center in D.C., having just disembarked from the Red Line to transfer to the Orange, the loudspeakers were blaring a longer, more detailed message than usual, but it was, as usual, unintelligible. Something about the Red Line, Takoma Park, Fort Totten. I wondered what all the noise was about. I am in the habit of riding in the first car because chances are better to find a seat there. Recently, it had also crossed my mind that it was the car that would take the brunt of any collision. When the commute at last ended,  I turned on the radio in my car, I heard the news. Seven people dead in a horrendous crash on the Red Line (though nowhere near my usual paths). The sky was particularly lovely that evening, so I took this picture for no other reason than because I could.