Temperature Map

Temperatures: Latest D.C. area temperature map. See interactive map on our Weather Wall.

A cold front punched through the area today, but a delay in the arrival of cold air behind it and clearing skies helped temperatures spike into the mild 70s. Over the weekend, the cool air finally seeps in. The big push comes Saturday night into Sunday when it turns downright chilly.

Through Tonight: Partly cloudy and cooler, compared to last night’s 60s, but somewhat milder than normal. Lows range from the mid-40s in the cooler suburbs to the low 50s downtown. Winds are light

Tomorrow (Saturday): Mostly sunny in the morning, but increasing clouds in the afternoon. Highs reach the mid-60s, with winds from the west at 5-10 mph. I can’t rule out a sprinkle or light shower late in the afternoon or early in the evening.

Saturday night and Sunday: It becomes breezy and much cooler. Saturday night’s temperatures dip into the upper 30s to low 40s (downtown) with winds from the northwest at around 10 mph. Sunday is mostly sunny, but blustery. Highs range from 50-55, with winds from the northwest at 10-20 mph, sometimes gusting to 20-30 mph. It will feel like the 40s.

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Halloween sunrise over Washington, D.C. (John Sonderman via Flickr)

Reader poem


Again the gutters fill with leaves,
leaves the trees hand down dead
to the sloping rooftop. I spend
today’s last hour of light with my
hand in the crackle and sop of it.
Sticks dig my knuckles open. The
breath I get is all mildew. At one
point the ladder swings nearly out
from under me and I hang from
the roof, only the barest foothold
underneath, and the next day the
bruise under my arm will be deep,
right where
I held on.
I work my way around this rented
house, this house at the center of
all this foreign lawn and foliage,
and dig into this muck of leaves.
On the roof beyond my reach are
more leaves, and overhead these
trees, going back on promises or
fulfilling them, ready more leaves
to fall. The roof slopes down. The
gutters are open. In the spot where
I almost fell, the gutter sags just
noticeably, like the mouth of a
person who’s right now starting to

– David Ebenbach