It must be time to go on vacation, folks, for it is so nice outside these days that nobody seems to be at work. When you get those blue cloudless skies, sun gleaming on the Potomac and a nice cool river breeze, I guess there is no point in fighting the feeling.
Walk downtown and there is Desiree Keating, the reigning Miss D.C., modeling swimsuits in the window of Woodward & Lothrop. Robbie Snow, a spokeswoman for Woodies, says, "It's a celebration of summer."
An announcer on the sidewalk speaker says, "Bodies -- 1985-style, high legs, low backs, for women with a freshly sophisticated attitude while sitting at poolside. Not for swimming laps, but for lounging."
You'd think the women congregated around the window would have been turned off by this exhibition. But they, too, were in the summer spirit.
"I want to get a swimsuit like that," one woman told her friend. "Let's go jogging and go back to work tomorrow."
Indeed, it seemed that no one is into work these days. The jogging paths are packed, the bicycle lanes jammed, the tennis courts are filled and some marinas are half empty.
On a residential street in Northeast Washington, bureaucrats and other government workers were out in force, washing their cars, planting flowers and watching soap operas while rocking on front porch swings.
"I had a little annual leave left and I thought this would be a good day to take it," said Joseph Fisher, a D.C. government employe as he sipped lemonade after mowing his lawn.
A few doors down, a neighbor was erecting a badminton set and divvying up teams made up of students out of school.
There were similar scenes around the city from Georgetown to the housing projects in Southeast Washington, where kids stormed the parks and playgrounds. Barbecue pits were fired up and large radios blasted from apartment windows.
"We're partying because we survived the winter," said Winston Green, an unemployed construction worker who loaded a rack of ribs onto his grill. His children had congregated around him with smiles as they looked at the food he was about to prepare. They had taken off from school, as one of them said, "To be with Daddy and watch him eat."
By midday, there was no parking to be found in East and West Potomac Park. Parties were in full swing as city residents (they all seemed to have D.C. license plates) laid out on blankets, drank beer, listened to music and watched airplanes take off and land.
Many had found marvelous reasons for not going to work. "I have a crook in my neck," one woman said while sunbathing in the park.
"I got allergy shots this morning and became sleepy," one man said while fishing in the Potomac.
"I'm on disability," said another woman, who appeared totally fit as she jogged around Hains Point.
Some of the loungers had come from their offices, but once hit by the sun rays and breezes, became hypnotized and began asking things like, "Where's the telephone? I've got to call the office. I don't feel so well."
Every now and then I'll run across someone who is doing something that I like to do, and now I had found a group of them -- scattered all over the city unabashedly celebrating summer for all it was worth.
Perhaps they all knew that it wouldn't last long, that this most pleasant of periods between winter and summer is due to end within a few weeks, and then it'll be too hot to breathe.
So enough of all this talking about it: I'm going to join them and I'll see you when I return.