The View from Farwell Pier
Looking south beyond the crowd cooling off in the lake on a hot August Saturday, beyond the midrises of Edgewater and the trees of Montrose Harbor, the Chicago skyline shimmers far in the distance like a mirage metropolis.
Pivoting to look to the northeast, the unassuming lighthouse at the end of the pier is the only evidence of a human presence; the prairie grasses and azure strip of lake along the horizon seem timeless and untouched. I come here often and stand on this spot to ground myself, balancing on the cusp of yin and yang, rooted in both the the vast natural world and the towering city i love.
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