Tapestry of light

Carpet of light, © 2013 Celia Her CityOur plane’s descent carried us over a tapestry of light, as Chicago rolled out her welcome mat beneath a dark sky.  The Christmastime city was a spangle of colors and patterns, with houses and businesses decorated for the holidays and the street lights glowing gold.

The grid (Chicago from the air at night), © 2013 Celia Her CityThe trees bare of leaves, the underlying geometry of the city gleamed.  Major thoroughfares stretched straight, without topographical interruption.  Evident were a few diagonals, too, creating those 5 and 6-pointed intersections it’s best to avoid.

Dark city, © 2013 Celia Her CityWhere the tapestry unraveled, a dark city glowered, its skyscrapers oddly negated by the scope and brilliance of the surrounding tableau.  The Lake, too, however great, was reduced to a mere negativity, featureless beside Navy Pier, the Hancock, and such fine municipalities as Hammond and Gary.

With such a view, we passengers sank, drifting down at last to the bottom of the night.

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