Gale force winds hit Chicago yesterday. I spent a portion of the day standing inside the back door of the barbershop listening to the wind literally howling through the thick bank of tall trees that line the parking lot. Most of the day the sky rolled and bubbled dark grey, whipping the occasional mist of icy rain back up and into itself.
The day wore on and the skies cleared, but the winds never did let up. About 7:00 I walked across the parking lot to Wendy’s for a quick little JBC. I quietly ate, hunched and nibbling like a squirrel (as I do) and reading Copyblogger and Savage Love on my phone. As I pushed up my sleeve to avoid drippage I noticed the most dazzling light dripping in the windows and spraying all of Wendy’s with a beautiful golden glow.
On the walk back across the parking lot I tried to snap a few pictures of my all time favorite light. It happens just before sunset, usually when a storm is on the way in our out. The sky all around is dark and foreboding, and the last low bright gilded rays of the sun cast long deep shadows at staggering angles. It looks like the battle between good and evil up there.