"These days I find myself humming a mantra under my breath. Fort Reno. It has become a little prayer for me. Fort Reno. It is a pledge that one day I will once again ride my bicycle up Rock Creek, haul it up the hill in Tenleytown, and enjoy a frosty margarita on the porch at Guapo's. It will once again be brilliantly, obscenely hot outside. Fort Reno. I will have two (okay maybe four) drinks and then I will join my friends, my favorite people, for a picnic in the glow of the setting sun. There will be rock music and there will be sliced watermelon. And there will be no snow. One day this snow will be gone and gone with it the bulky coats, the sidewalk slipping, the crowded stations. Frozen drinks, humidity, mosquitoes, and biking Embassy Row home on a balmy night. These things are promised to us. Fort Reno."

From the DCist