Last weekend I strolled through Yards Park in Southeast Washington, D.C., the site of a new-ish redevelopment that replaced an industrial lot a few years ago. Now the land boasts restaurants, a trapeze school, and an architecturally interesting series of footbridges, terraced lawn-covered steps where lovers picnic, and a mini reflecting pool bookended by a mini waterfall.
After some meandering, I found myself able to walk behind the waterfall and stopped, observing unobserved how others interacted on that lazy Saturday afternoon. In time, my gaze shifted to the water cascading down in front of me. The scenery blended together behind an undulating curtain of glass, separated only into a handful of colors. As I lingered there, the ordinary transformed into anything but.