Cloudy, humid and warm, and populated by Humans of every color. Unlike the annoyingly over crowded beaches near North Avenue, the people here behaved more like family, as though this part of the lakefront was nothing more than an extension of their front yards.
After 7pm and still in the 80s - a Pocket of Heavenly Grace.
I wanted to join them.
I could feel myself floating and immersed and weightless and wet.
Alas, I remained landlocked with camera in hand and trapped in clothing meant for dry land.
A long sigh and then this photograph.
I'll be back.