My days in our nation's capital are numbered. I really enjoy living in Washington D.C., but becoming a tourist in a place you already live in long-term is difficult to do. I tend to push going to museums and monuments off until "next time" until suddenly, there is no more time at all. So, in my final week, I'm headed to all sorts of places. This time I found myself in a church on a Sunday (because it's free on Sundays).
I wasn't particularly moved by the inside of the cathedral, complete with wooden pews, darkened alters, and multiple gift shops. Instead, I found myself inspired by another kind of place of worship: the Bishop's Garden, which lies next to the cathedral. I was drawn to the brighter, more colorful areas that celebrated life, the sun, and the colors of our world. The flowers were a nice enough miracle for me.