It’s a ritual of mine to sneak away from my desk in the afternoons during the spring and summer. I take a walk around the Capitol, past the Supreme Court, and down to Union Station. Every summer, that simple walk becomes my quiet time, my opportunity to settle my restlessness, and make a daily effort towards letting the world go, and seeking out peace.
I return to my desk, slightly winded, my skin warm from the sun, and with a certain level of calm in my soul. There’s something about seeing the work of those who came before us to remind me that my hopes and dreams are not impossible. I’m reminded that if these beautiful buildings could be built, with the hands of humans, then my dreams are not too big for my shoulders.
For now, Winter still has a hold, and the warmth keeps peaking out. All the while, my hope for more hopeful days ratchets up, and I’m just patiently waiting for the green of spring.