The Daily Litany Begins The Night Before
The sun rose yesterday in Washington, D.C., at 6:02 a.m. I made my routine morning run in the silence of dawn, passing the Lincoln Memorial and running along the still water of the Reflecting Pool. Like the giant sculpture of President Lincoln, I faced due east and watched as the sun rose over the horizon, melting the pockets of nighttime shadows, stirring the still-sleeping birds in to their morning chatter and waking the world with its advancing light. Henry Bacon and Daniel Chester French, the architects of the Lincoln Memorial, must have imagined the 16th president seated there, ...