The evening of my birthday found me on the beach at Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore.
Twenty-four hours earlier, storms had ripped through this area, spawning tornadoes though the Illinois Kankakee river valley, then moving on to Michigan, where a nuclear reactor on the outskirts of Detroit was shut down as the storm passed. But on my birthday, all was quiet on the South Shore.
To the left, in the far distance, the sun sets over the Chicago skyline. To the right is the cooling tower of the power plant at Michigan City, Indiana, some two miles down the beach. And at the water’s edge, there is nothing but the hypnotic sound of the waves.
In the woods, a whippoorwill at dusk. (You might need high quality external speakers to hear it.)