No Matter How Smallish.

Ahh. I had a nice little Saturday morning in my all-time favorite city. Humdrum doctor’s appointment or not, it felt good to be back among the beauty, buildings, and bustle, despite being socially-distant.

Philly, yo.

I drove down Washington Avenue like a local, in the left lane. I didn’t return to the right lane until well after The Italian Market, of course. And for the newbies who got stuck behind double-parked produce trucks, I waved them in with a nod.

Gah head.

And I smiled to myself, because in the oddest of ways, and only for a moment, I was home.

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SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and radio-commercial-despiser.

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