When you take the yellow line metro into the city from Virginia at 8 a.m. on a weekday, as I have for the past week, there is a lot to see. There are rushing commuters dressed in business formal and carrying briefcases and coffee, families visiting the city ready for a day of sightseeing, and huge, fast trains. However, my favorite sight on these mornings comes between the Pentagon and L’Enfant Plaza metro stations when I finally cross the Potomac River into the city. From my spot at the window of the metro I can see across the river and over to the magnificence of the nation’s capital. I see tall buildings and great memorials, merging the city’s vibrant present with its momentous history. It’s beautiful, and I feel so lucky to be here.