Last night I decided to walk down to Ping Tom Park.
When I got close, I noticed a fog-like presence drifting through the skyscrapers. So I decided to walk downtown.
I walked and walked and walked.
And then I finally found it.
I later learned that this fog-like beast was in fact smoke.
It had drifted thousands of miles down through the Midwest from Canada's wildfires.
A bizarre event resulting in a different kind of Chicago. Smoke City.