Such Great Heights
October 12 ~ Walking up Girard on a sunny morning, I catch a glimpse of City Hall. In the sunshine, the city looks almost beautiful — even the rundown area I’m walking through. Vacant lots and overgrown vines are radiant against a blue sky. For the first time, I realize Philadelphia is romantic and always will be. Landmarks from my love story map the city in my mind, and there’s no getting around that. When I look back on these years, they will be tinged with the color of this place, and they will look inexplicably brighter from a distance.
All things do.