On the Hill

My husband graduated from Officer Basic Training a month ago. However, most of you may not be aware of this Officer Basic Training. There are people who serve in the Public Health Service which is considered the Uniformed Service. My husband, a pharmacist, wears a uniform to work and is employed by the Commission Corp. If there were a hurricane or some sort of tragedy in the United States, anyone who works for the Commission Corp could be deployed for a month or less to help provide relief. There are doctors, pharmacists, engineers, communications, nurses, etc. In January my husband was gone for two weeks in Washington D.C. for this training. I flew to watch him graduate, which was a really special event and the whole weekend felt like a film with love, laughter, joy, pride, and beautiful views and light. I was able to meet some of his family for the first time and it was really special. We went back for a week to see some of my family and spend more time with his just this past week. We of course hit most of the must see places in the National Mall however, my favorite thing was to watch the people, admire the architecture and just fully feel the mood the D.C. radiates. That mood of course depends on the day. Cold, windy and snow, the mood is a calm with hustle and bustle and some form of seriousness to it, yet on a sunny day of 80 degrees there is joy, business and playfulness. The people that walked by caught my attention, such as the man with curly hair, a bright blue suit, and mis match shoes that was walking by a blue mail delivery stand, or the girl who seemed to be waiting for friends in a pink hat sitting right below the fresh pink blossoms of a cherry tree. The things that made my creative heart fly were the art galleries, the movement of people, the history of our nation that some of us are proud of and others are not, the human and nature that was combined. I saw a scooter that had been rescued from the pits of mud and water and had dried sitting eloquently atop a tree stump by the Jefferson Monument and a squirrel protecting the trash that was in his mouth. Where-ever you go, may you notice the color, the mood, the light, the feel of the air and just notice as many details as you can as the five senses are a gift and should be fully experienced in every moment for as long as we are able to experience them.