I was at a professional development this past year where our ice breaker was to identify the main reason we loved Chicago. What popped out for me was one word: LIGHTS.
I love Chicago’s lights. Flying into O’Hare or Midway Airports after dark, the lights laid out underneath, guiding the way, so precise. Sailing into Monroe Harbor at sunset, a view few are able to see. Rowing into the Eleanor boathouse after a great practice, both the Hancock and Sears Towers buildings are in the background, often showing the color scheme of the week or month.
And tonight’s lights were totally lit.