I hope you all had a wonderful fourth weekend. Chicago certainly was a whirlwind of beach parties, bbqs, and coconut suntan lotion. With the sun and high humidity it was not unlike a weekend at a South Florida beach.
I had no special plans for the fourth. Pretty much just another day for me. I have few friends in Chicago and they had their own time planned with families and closer friends. So, my usual power walk at the beach and a few hours in the gym before it closed, were the highlights of my day. Exciting, right?
The fourth's perfect weather brought out the masses. Every bistro, Starbucks, boutique, and inch of Michigan Ave was packed tighter than a commuters on the subway during rush hour. Now that's a LOT OF PEOPLE. LOL.
As the sun headed west, a friend called and asked if I'd like to see the fireworks at Navy Pier. This certainly is one of THE highlights on the fourth. I usually view them from the beach, across from my condo. But the massive crowds convinced me to forgo my yearly viewing. However, the invite was one I couldn't pass up. A twist of venue convinced me to head downtown.
On Wacker drive, I glanced up to a towering building, piercing the setting sky. Revolving through the doors, I met with security and was told to head to the 35th floor. As the doors opened, my friend met me, carrying an assortment of cheese, fruit, nibbles, and a few bottled waters.
"We're heading to the 47th floor." We jumped back into the elevator and within a minute, the doors opened ... the ceiling to floor windows revealed a panoramic view of the city. A clear shot over Navy Pier, promised to be an exciting fireworks display.
We still had about a half an hour to kill, so we wondered through the expansive spaces. Dozens of windowed offices held views of Chicago's greatest architectural wonders. The TIMES building glowed like a beacon across the Chicago river. My friend disappeared for a moment, and I wandered into a luxurious corner boardroom. The polished paneled walls reflected the city lights. Flashes of red popped out the corner of my eyes. When I faced toward the western windows, my jaw dropped.
On the 47the floor, I had a bird's eye view of the city. I edged to the window and sat on the sill, feeling like I was sitting in a first class, only better. Flashes of ruby, gold, and emerald popped throughout the western and northern skies. A symphony of color choreographed just for me.
Silent orchestral strings played in my head as the city skies took on a living and breathing life of their own. Time had no presence, as perfusions of colors melted from one into the other.
"Hey, Michael. The fireworks are just about to start."
The spell was broken ...
I will never forget those few precious moments. It's times like these that make up for all the hum drum days.
I wish all of you THAT special moment.
Did you ever have a moment like this? I'd love to know.
Have a great Monday everyone!