Lake at lunch
Today I walked over to Lake Michigan at lunch time, to Monroe Harbor to be specific. It was a beautiful warm day in Chicago, but there were no boats in the harbor. The spherical white buoys were there, in anticipation of the big flock of yachts which is bound to arrive soon.
There were others, like me, who sat on the concrete shore and stared out at the vastness of the lake. There were joggers, walkers, and lovers.
One group that was missing was obvious tourists. In the summer, in the same spot, you can sit and listen to people walking by speaking
German and French and what-not. Not today. Today, it looked like it was all locals, glad to get a sunny day, showing up at the cement beach for a early hint of summer.
Rhyme of the day:
The buoys are floating.
So where is the boating?
There were others, like me, who sat on the concrete shore and stared out at the vastness of the lake. There were joggers, walkers, and lovers.
One group that was missing was obvious tourists. In the summer, in the same spot, you can sit and listen to people walking by speaking
German and French and what-not. Not today. Today, it looked like it was all locals, glad to get a sunny day, showing up at the cement beach for a early hint of summer.
Rhyme of the day:
The buoys are floating.
So where is the boating?