A Quiet Kind of Philly
A few weekends ago my husband and I set off for a weekend trip to Philadelphia. Its main purpose was to see a band who’s reunion had been long over due, but also to see the sights and take a break from the hustle and bustle of weekday life. The Friday afternoon we arrived, it was warm and there was an hour left of sun in the day. We took that time and walked quietly into the past, down its cobblestone streets and yesteryear brick and marble buildings. During that last hour of day light, I felt like we stumbled into some unseen world, where there were no crowds, and I was able to imagine more clearly life as it was a couple 100 years ago. I’ll always remember our afternoon in a quiet kind of Philly.