It’s 5:32 AM in Philly and it feels like Florida outside. The sun is still asleep, but there’s a silent promise that today will be a warm one. The sky is overcast and the air is heavy with dew. Something about mornings like this one make you want to conquer the world. There’s an eager excitement for the hours that lay ahead and how much promise there is in all that can be accomplished. It’s Friday and everyone will be a bit kinder to one another today. There’s more hope and optimism among the people of this city than there was forty eight hours ago. There will be more smiles; more how-are-you’s; more handshakes.
Today it feels like Florida outside, and I can tell it’s going to be a good one.