If the dome isn't visible from that vantage point, I can eventually see it through the trees as I walk to my right toward the crosswalk at Massachusetts Avenue.
Some days, seeing the dome peeking through the trees is like looking for your mother in the audience at a school play. Other days, it's like rubbing a lucky penny. Some days, it's just a habitual gesture, like much else.
But it's quiet these days: as Congress officially goes into recess during an election year, the kids start clearing out for the battleground states. And, in the case of the House aides, their own members' states.
The feeling is of collectively held breath.