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  • I am standing on the roof of the convention center at Navy Pier in Chicago, speaking with two talkative, gray haired, older ladies at sunset. We can hear music playing, people laughing, and Chicago’s skyline is a remarkable shade of pink.

    We are speaking about the lack of natural life in an urban setting.

    One lady says, “it is beautiful to look at, but it’s all concrete and no nature. Where is the joy in that?”

    “Yes,” the other agrees, “no life at all; a celebration of cement.”

    We stare at the city quietly for a while and the view is indeed awe-inspiring, so I raise my camera to snap a shot. Just as I press the shutter button a seagull swoops past, feathers glancing one of the women in the face as it curves around, and lands on the stone wall next to me.

    Surprised, both women squeal, jumping back, and one shouts, “What is that?”

    Laughing, I say, “That, ladies, is nature!”

    It will always prevail.
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