By Jordan Puyear | firstname.lastname@example.org
At 6 in the morning, you would expect that as I walked to the radio station in downtown St. Augustine to start my shift, I would be an unaware zombie. Don’t get me wrong, I usually am at that time. But during one chilly Monday morning I suddenly looked to my right. What I saw was an empty street: no locals, no tourists, no cars, no noise, just an empty street. After living in St. Augustine for over a year now, and walking up and down that street more times than I can count, I finally saw the raw beauty that was a silent St. Augustine.
The historic city is definitely a tourist attraction. Heck, it is the country’s oldest city. Who wouldn’t want to see that? Most of the time, St. Augustine is crawling with tour groups, traffic, families, students, etc. So, these days, it seems quite unusual to catch a time when the city is completely empty. That morning, seeing the streets of St. Augustine without its usual activity made me appreciate the city itself. Most people don’t realize how beautiful, and even sacred, St. Augustine can be. It deserves to be appreciated. But sometimes you need to take away all the background noise to do that. Sometimes you just need to stop at the right time and smell the roses.