The Devastating Issue in D.C.

We have arrived at DuPont Circle. I am sitting on the grassy area under a tree with its branches spiraling out in different directions, and the branches' delicate flowers fall softly on the grass. I notice the several bees searching for the pollen inside the fallen flowers. It is a hot, sunny day, and sweat drips off my forehead. As I sit and observe, I see a woman, around the age of 30, with her children, aged two, feeding numerous birds breadcrumbs under the shade of entangled tree branches. The birds of many shapes and sizes huddled toward the scene, fighting for that one breadcrumb. It makes me smile at how simple the scene is, and yet it made my day so easily.

I then get up from my spot and begin to stroll around the circle, looking at the shady scenery, and taking it in with each breath. There is a father, wearing khaki shorts with a baby blue polo, carrying an infant around his chest. In front of him are two little girls, one younger than the other, feeding each other strawberries out of a container.

I continue walking, and there are many people sitting or sleeping on the provided benches. Their clothes are worn in and dirty, and they look like they have not been able to shower or take care of themselves for weeks. It saddens me to see in the nation's capital, where much help would be offered, that there are still people struggling everyday to live or even do the most simplest activities, such as taking a shower.





These people do not understand why people let others live on the streets and do nothing about it.
(A video is supposed to be here, but I do not know how to post it on here.)