Goodbye, Phila. #4 – Old City Evenings
I fell in love with Philadelphia only a month into our lives here, by experiencing evening in Old City.
We’d met my cousin downtown for a cheesesteak at 3rd and Market and after saying goodbye, decided to take a stroll through Old City. I was completely enthralled with everything – the grass, the sunlight, the brick, the crumbling pillars; the voices drifting out from open air restaurants; the green leaves waving overhead; the clinking of glasses from al fresco diners. There’s such a peace in watching nature quiet down and the city light up.
And everything glows.
There have been many other nights like that since then. There’s something about the summer light fading in the city. One street is dark and dim with the restaurant lights shining out from open doors; the next street is ablaze with warm, gold light; the next street is softly glowing with light reflected off of windows and cobblestones.
It’s best to wander, stopping at a good ice cream shop and pausing at a lonely bench, and just watch the light change. It only takes a moment for the whole mood to shift.
It’s incredible to see how something that man designed – even an urban city – is utterly transformed by the natural, daily rhythms that God set in place. No matter how beautiful they were to begin with, it is what the Lord does that makes them transcendent.
It takes a moment to appreciate, though. It takes stepping out my front door for a walk where my only goal is to see how beautiful the city around me can be. But it takes time. And time we never, ever have.