...to work this morning. About two weeks ago, when the first real cold snap hit our nation's capital, I noticed that the Metro had gone dark. Dark clothing, I mean. Navy peacoats, black leather jackets, charcoal trenches. You name it, it was dark. It was a bit depressing. Last winter, I distinctly remember seeing all sorts of lovely bright wool on my morning commute.
And then, this morning, I saw something different.
First, there was the man leaning nonchalantly by the door. The nonchalance was that much stronger for the 70's era, Steve-McQueen-esque, well-worn jacket he had on. In caramel.
Then, as I got up to change trains at Metro Center, I spotted a couple (most likely European - she had that distinctive Euro-red auburn hair) in similar, but specifically not matching caramel bombers. Not particularly chic, mind you, but the color caught my eye.
I'd love to think that this is a little trend of our own here in DC.