Cherish

Three years ago, at the beginning of spring, I sat with my friends at DuPont Circle in Washington DC. I guess I cherish that day because it was one of the last springs that I probably would ever spend with those three girls at the same time.

The crazy yet amusing part to that day was the troupe of clowns that descended upon the circle. One of the clowns, this 12-year-old boy, was definitely not amused by the antics of his cohorts. He sat by the fountain and wistfully stared into the distance. I took a picture of this sad clown (as those things typically amuse me.)