View From The Top!

In the far distance was the dark landscape of muddled lights trying to break through the mist of air but all blending in together. Building after building fought for the spotlight trying to prove their worth in the eyes of the beholder. The lake looked like a never-ending sheet of glass. The cars below still in the their place, as small as match heads, seemed insignificant. The buses slightly larger looked as though they were the hounds defending their turf. A pool on a rooftop had a glimmer from the moon's reflection of it. The tallest building seemed just equal with the eyeliner yet profound as it reached further toward heaven. Several church spires created a stark contrast from the plethora of high-rise, steel trees that poked through the clouds. There wasn't even a faint glimmer of a single star in the sky due to the city lights and the engrossing fog that only seemed to hide the very top of the tallest steel tree. All these lights together created a jewelry box filled with glimmering necklaces, shining gold bands, and pearls galore.

This is an image taken of the view of Chicago from the 95th floor of the John Hancock Tower in the month of September, 2010 while eating a good meal and talking with a good friend, Talysa. This is the view of what life really is. The buildings represent the working life and the accomplishments of man. The lake is our survival, our fun, our beauty. The cars and buses and trains symbolize the need to always be moving and to always have a purpose. The fog is the ongoing confusion that comes with being real and being human and making mistakes. The lights, however, are the reason we go through all of it. The lights are the beauty, the music, the speech, the glory, the emotion. Some people may look at this scene and see a busy city, chaotic maybe, sometimes impossible to deal with. I look at that scene and I feel a sense of joy and pride. This is my town. So many amazing things have happened here. I have felt so many powerful emotions while here that I associate with this beautiful city. Chicago creates its own beat, its own culture, its own story. Chicago has a history, a past, a future. Chicago is the house of my present.