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Saturday Laziness, City Surprises

There’s something sacred about a Saturday morning spent on the couch. The quiet. The coffee. The vague idea that maybe you’ll do something productive, but for now… you’re just sinking deeper into the cushions.

But last Saturday, something nudged me out the door. I wasn’t even sure why. I grabbed my camera half-heartedly, laced up my shoes, and walked out into a city I’ve known my whole life.

The thing is, familiarity can breed blindness. We stop seeing places we’ve seen a hundred times. But when you head out with a camera — even with low expectations — you start noticing things again. A patch of light falling just right on an old wall. A corner café you’ve passed a thousand times but never looked at. A kid playing in a fountain. A street musician with a sound that somehow makes the noise of the city melt away.

That’s what happened to me. I didn’t find the next viral shot or stumble into a hidden architectural gem. But I did reconnect. With the rhythm of the streets. With the way shadows move as the day unfolds. With myself.

By the time I got home, legs a little sore and memory card a little fuller, I felt lighter. More awake. Revigorated.

Sometimes, all it takes is walking out your front door with open eyes. The couch will still be there when you get back.