The soft blue light exuding from the windows cast an air of serene calmness. I was basking in the glow from the Chagall windows at the Art Institute.
I was trying to remember which panel was my favorite. I gave up remembering and looked at them anew. Music. Painting. Literature. Architecture. Theater. Dance. Each had points that drew me in.
But I had to settle on the last window: Dance. There was such movement and joy in it. And of course, the bonus of a goat in the midst of it all. (I love goats.)
And dance is nothing without music, which brought me back full circle to the beginning of the windows.