Spruce Street Harbor Park

Nothing like a little lady date at the greatest urban beach ever created. (According to me.) There is nothing greater than the soft, gentle push of a pleasantly mild mid-August breeze. Add some black bean burgers, hammock hangs, and intermittent bouts of laughter scattered throughout deep conversation and it makes for one dreamy afternoon. Not to get too regional on you but it's these gems that make me fall in love with my city more and more. Sitting in a hammock over the water with a hibiscus vodka and ginger beer drink in my hand, I just couldn't help but think about how peaceful and happy everyone was within that little area. I then thought about how if all of those same people were together in their cars stuck in traffic on The Vine, the situation would be much, much different. There would be less "there's an empty seat right here!" and more middle finger. I guess that's part of the charm of living in a city though. You're surrounded by complete strangers all the time. They grind your gears on the subway and they smell terrible but when the hustle and bustle is stripped away, you begin to see each other as neighbors. A community. And while there are exceptions, moments like this make me think that we really do have each other's backs. Alright Philadelphia, keep winning over my heart. 

xo,

e.m.

p.s. Marisa has a blog, go check it out and tell her to blog more.