America returns to work today.
On my commute, I hear and see many of the sights and sounds that I have grown accustomed to over the course of living here for eight years.
There are still couples exchanging brief kisses at Metro stop.
Vendors selling their wares in the same locations.
Everywhere I look, newspapers.
All the same headline, all being carried like black armbands on this day.
Every corner, Military Police. Something new today. A small change, but one that preludes a whole host of changes to come.
Very quickly, an image of a black suited individual rushes to my head.
“Papers please,” he says, in german-accented english.
The CVS shocks me back to reality. Incidentally, it also reminds me I need batteries.