Now this particular sunrise had me humming the old Beatles tune, “Here Comes The Sun”. I couldn’t help it, really; there was a band of clouds hovering in front of the morning sun. The sun began to peek over the top of the curtain veil, ergo my, “sun, sun, sun, here it comes” à la Beatles classic song.
I love the bright beams of light reaching into the sky and down to Lake Michigan. I am certainly provided with magnificent, free entertainment, aren’t I?
I hope your Friday is filled with beams of brilliant light!
The Chicago Files 