Postcard from Chicago – By The Lake

Since I should write at least one postcard sitting by the Lake, well, here I am doing just that.  Ironic that the Sea of Galilee looks so lake-like but Lake Michigan, so like the sea.  Its impossibly blue, turquoise, sometimes even green waters stretch to the horizon.  The morning sun makes a bright shimmering patch from here to forever.  Sounds serene and it would be but for the rush hour traffic streaming up Lake Shore Drive not twenty feet behind me and scores of cyclists and runners zipping by on the bike path before me.  A half dozen retrievers and their masters enjoy fetching and throwing sticks out of and into the Lake.  I’m feeling the right-side of my face heat up from walking and now sitting north.  Time to head back south and fetch some coffee.