This past Wednesday, “The Awakening” – a.k.a. the giant of Hains Point – was moved to his new home at the Washington Harbour development in Prince George’s County.
Bugger.
To anybody who saw this gentle, metal giant, he left an impression. He was huge. He was shiny. And he was the most unexpected thing to see in a park that’s otherwise known for being a second home for golfers and cyclists. Kids would scale his arms, peer into his mouth, and marvel at the size of his toes. And almost like Stonehenge, he acted as a bit of a celestial clock, marking the seasons, stretching his hand toward the rising sun in the morning, and trying to grasp onto the last rays of light at dusk.
But now, after 28 years of slumber at Hains Point, he was unceremoniously unearthed, loaded onto trailers, floated down the Potomac, and placed in his new home at a monolithic, soulless “multi-use” development, seven miles to the south.
Will I visit him there? Perhaps. But it will be with a heavy heart, as my usual morning greeter for my pre-dawn laps on the bike has been evicted from his rightful home.
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