Capital Curls: A D.C. Chronicle
I have been to Washington D.C. about three times in my life, and each visit feels new in a way I can never fully explain. There is something about the city that pulls me in the moment I arrive. Maybe it is the history built into every block or the calm feeling that comes from being surrounded by places I have only read about in books. This trip was special because I went with my mom and my brothers. Traveling with them always brings a mix of laughter, small arguments, and shared memories that last long after the trip ends. Our first destination we made our way to the Thomas Jefferson Memorial. The air felt cool and fresh, and the path around the water was quiet except for a few people walking with cameras. When the memorial came into view, the white stone reflections shimmered on the surface of the Tidal Basin. I always forget how large and bright it is until I am standing right there, looking up at the columns. Inside, the dome feels bigger than the sky itself. My mom read parts ...
