Our world may be burning massive amounts of energy my the minute, or even the second lighting up our homes. However, there is something magical about gazing at a twinkling cityscape at night. I can't recall ever seeing Chicago at night from an airplane. The sky was so clear and we flew so low that the city streets narrowed to a point on the horizon.
The gaping void of darkness created by Lake Michigan to the east offered a stark contrast. Peering into its endless abyss straining to pick something out. Finding nothing, except perhaps, a peek at your deepest thoughts and soul. You are a passenger riding on a plane instead of racing away from your past and anxiously toward your future in a car. Mass transit should be our reminder to breath.Message was composed on my mobile device.
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