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The Beauty of Place
East Potomac Park — Washington D.C.
I used to job around this place.
Ride my bike too.
Sometimes I could just sit in my car and listen to music of the old days.
Earth Wind and Fire.
Isley Brothers.
Stanley Clarke.
The Average White Band.
When I am there I feel as if I have entered a sacred space. An outdoor temple or mosque where the ancestors roam eternally. On one side is the airport. National Airport. On the other side is where naval officers live. It is like this little piece of land is the safe space in between the real world.
It doesn’t feel like the real world.
Joggers jog. Bikers bike. Runners run. Grillers grill. Readers read. Fishers fish. Some do all of that and other things. I like to feed the ducks. Watch the planes take off and land.
It’s magic. East Potomac Park. We call it “Hains Point.”
When you come to Washington D.C., people tell you to go see the monuments, the history. They don’t say come down here. It is meditation the…
