|One of my favorite reasons to look up in Philadelphia.|
I met my husband for lunch in Center City yesterday, a more than momentary joy.
We also got to see our son, which always warms this mother's heart.
On my way back to the train station, I felt like a tourist, gazing up at skyscrapers, marveling at marble inlays, bronze sculptures, amazing stonework.
Heading home, I got a kick out of seeing my folks' house from the railroad side, zipping by the suburban back yards of my childhood.
'Twas a good day.