Last night I dreamed I was back in Chicago. It was dusk and I was walking in the loop. I was supposed to meet up with a group, but I knew they would take a while, so I just started walking. Three blocks passed without notice. I found myself on East Wacker overlooking the purple reflection of the setting sun in the Chicago River. I walked west along the water, and I could feel the city. The towers gave me calm, the rush hour excitement made me still, and that strange purple light put me in awe. I felt solid.