Standard time light at 4:15 walking back from Andre Watts concert at Verizon, amber shades clung to the west facades of  The Drake Hotel on Spruce and The Barclay on Rittenhouse Square. Blue sky still bright through the treeline down Pine, covered in leaves, noir shadows descending on the brownstones.  Later, the near full November moon stopped me in my tracks, as it burst through layers of clouds. No one was on the street because of the games and it feels colder than it really is.  It was perfectly silent at 9 in the city except for my footfall.