D.C.

Rode the train into Washington D.C. yesterday morning. Crossing the Potomac listening to Julie Miller's "I Know Why the River Runs", my eyes fixed on the long shadow the Washington Monument casts on the National Mall. From Lincoln's chair, to Chinatown, this place has a feeling like none other.

There's power here. And people see it. They walk after it with purpose and cause. For the sake of freedom and righteousness. Each determining how that sorts out for themselves.

Why does the river run?

America the beautiful.