I was on a business trip to Chicago and before dinner decided to skip the bars and took a walk to Oak Street beach, at the north end of Michigan Avenue, the “Magnificent Mile”. It was dead empty being late September. The light at dusk was a powerful combination of reds and oranges with puffy clouds in the sky after a storm. A particular shaft was coming through a gap in the buildings to the west, and was at the perfect angle to hit just the crest of waves rolling in from Lake Michigan. A solitary and beautiful moment to absorb.