“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on"
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Is it nighttime yet, Reshma? |
There is something magical to me about dusk in a city under a misty rain. I love the way the lights glow, and perhaps the anticipation of people closing up their shops with dreams of someplace warmer and cozier.
My friend Jane and I started the evening by the harbor at Lake Michigan, but lasted only about 5 minutes due to the heavier mist. We made our way inward, and instead I completed a sketch (and she a watercolor) across the street from the Art Institute from the vantage of a cozy Starbucks.
Jane often completes paintings along her travels and was an inspiration to me to start an art blog. She has quite a gift with watercolors and a hopping Etsy business, too (
http://waterpaintings.blogspot.com).
I have also been thinking about my roommate Reshma this week, as she holds the traditional Ramadan fast--praying and abstaining from all food and liquid from sun-up to sun-down. As Jane and I made our way back through the misty night, we wondered if nighttime is determined as absolute based on the sunset times, or whether on such a dim evening it might come earlier.
Jane will be moving just outside the city, and I home to Virginia, this summer. But I have enjoyed sharing some painting art ventures with her, and tonight I felt like a regular city-dweller in an enchanting city.
And speaking of enchanting.