Father Land

The heart beat of Washington DC was the steady thump of a civil war cadence. No less than a city consumed by construction, our Nation's Capitol was clearly awaiting something big. During rush hour the city stopped in movement, but the methodical sounds stayed the same. Thump, thump of the nearby train and the politician inwardly screaming in pain.  

The traditions new and old uphold the beautiful significance of our country's history, 
while paving way to our unknown future.

Though, like almost all places I visit, I am able to find the calm. 
The quiet lull of the last breath of love, patience, peace and tolerance. 
Slip on a new pair of glasses and you too can see it.