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  • It was a relaxing Saturday afternoon when I made my visit to Fitler Square. At first, I wasn’t exactly sure of what I had to do in a mission of seeking something special about the place. I awkwardly wandered around in hope of finding something to note of, which I failed except for a weird ram statue sitting in the middle of the square.

    The overall atmosphere of the space was comforting with enough sunlight and trees. Its small yet beautiful Victorian garden contained flowers and a fountain, which gave a never-ending sound of water work. Additional sounds of birds, wind, and trees shaken by the wind increased the peacefulness of the space.

    After walking around the square, I positioned myself on a bench. The sight of the square and its visitors looked rather mundane: an old man reading, friends walking with their dogs, a girl leaning against fence sketching, and young married couples on the grass with their babies. All looked just ordinary except the ram statue I still couldn’t find its purpose of, and nobody seemed to pay particular attention to it besides me. While people came and left now and then, the place was never crowded.

    My real experience with the square began as it was empty. Since most of the benches were put toward the streets, I could easily start people-watching outside the square. Most of the passersby seemed to be from the neighborhood: they didn’t glance at the square and were mostly in their jogging suits holding grocery bags or nothing on their hands. As people and cars endlessly passed by performing their usual routines, the only thing not moving was myself sitting on the bench watching the scene. And that started to give me some sort of a satisfaction.

    The view of beautiful Victorian houses and people heading back home gave me a feeling that I too had a place to go back near the area, as if I was part of the neighborhood. The whole scenery was so peaceful and complete that I was willing to stay there as long as I could—I still had other places to explore, but I knew I was going to write about the place after all.

    As I was leaving the square, a young couple came in and stopped in front of the ram statue. They made their baby ride the ram and that put a smile on their faces, as well as on mine. Sure the ram looked weird, but it was there for all’s sake. I happened to like the place even more.

    This little square didn’t have to be special to alter my view of the city. There was less than a year left of my life in Philly, and I realized I was missing out so much—more were there than fancy restaurants and brand shops. But before I begin to explore more of Philly, I’m sure I will visit the special space of mine soon again—to feel home again.
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