I was returning home from a business trip, and had a connection in Chicago. I was looking forward to seeing my wife and kids (by far, the best part of any travel… returning home to people you love). So, there I was, having a quiet moment — longing for the people I love — and looked out from my window seat.
And it was the most ethereal sight.
It was overcast. We were circling the city, getting ready to land, still above the clouds. It was well past sundown, so the sky was dark. No moonlight to speak of.
The clouds were lit from below by the glow of the city. And, in what looked like a giant arc, the softly-lit clouds simply ended. As if the clouds decided they wanted to stick around and enjoy the beauty themselves. Who would have thought a dark lake and a brightly-lit city could create such beauty in the skies?