I’m visiting my PCV friend and travel buddy Jud Dolphin, who now lives in Washington. Our conversations are sprinkled like golden leaves with memories of Ukraine and lots of laughs at our survival mechanisms and mistakes. These are definitely fall conversations, leaves falling from changing trees. Intimations of snowflakes on sunflowers against a deep blue sky. The colors of the Ukrainian flag draped over the splendor of the living neighborhoods in the shadows of the nation's capital.
Yesterday we walked from the metro stations (Van Ness, where Jud lives, to Judiciary Square) to the National Building Museum, a powerful museum of architecture, crossed over to Pennsylania Avenue past the Museums of Art (the East Building, the Pei building, covered in scaffolding for some fixing up), and across the National Mall, the Capital glistening at one end, the Washington monument at the other. We stopped to admire and reflect, reveling in the place and the majesty.
How wonderful to be in the political center of the nation and the world and to feel the presence of its native peoples and its native spirit. This is Washington, DC at its finest, away from the cacaphonous hustle and antics of political voices, in native dress, in harmony with the environment and the sacred.