Somewhere along Interstate 95 south, I had my movie moment. At 2:00 AM nothing matters but sleep. So when a friend of mine shook me awake as our coach bus “La Cubana” passed through Washington D.C, my mind was elsewhere. Until I opened my eyes, my body was filled with instant annoyance at her. The moment I did open them though, I was greeted by my peer’s awestruck faces at the sight that lay before them. The air around me had suddenly transformed to remedy making me whole. I had never been to Washington D.C.; just seen pictures online or in history textbooks. But being there and seeing how grand and beautiful the Washington and Jefferson Memorial were took my breath away. Even as the bus passed by hundreds of miles per hour,
Somewhere along Interstate 95 south, I had my movie moment. At 2:00 AM nothing matters but sleep. So when a friend of mine shook me awake as our coach bus “La Cubana” passed through Washington D.C, my mind was elsewhere. Until I opened my eyes, my body was filled with instant annoyance at her. The moment I did open them though, I was greeted by my peer’s awestruck faces at the sight that lay before them. The air around me had suddenly transformed to remedy making me whole. I had never been to Washington D.C.; just seen pictures online or in history textbooks. But being there and seeing how grand and beautiful the Washington and Jefferson Memorial were took my breath away. Even as the bus passed by hundreds of miles per hour,