There is a special magic that envelopes us among the trees and bushes, sky and water, and clings to the night air when all is dark and still. It comes when one walks upon solid ground that suddenly becomes a mystical path alive with unexpected glimmers of flickering lights and shafts of dancing beams of color; an imaginative adventure in the living museum that the Morton Arboretum is.
The approaching eve’s cloud cover afforded a dramatic prelude to the illumination about to start.
We had the pleasure of attending a reception with tasty tidbits and the best hot chocolate ever, laced with Irish Creme, just as nightfall drifted over the Arboretum grounds. Fueled by our refreshments, we donned our coats and scarves and gloves, and embarked upon the path of light and sound and imagination.
Meadow Lake mirrored the artful art of skipping stones and the illusion of roots upon the water.
The vast collection of trees danced the night away in a perfectly choreographed Nutcracker.
We had fun with light beams and we magically colored outside the lines along the Conifer Path.
It was a walk in the wonder, wonderland arboretum, filled with colorful lights and sounds, and a reminder that sometimes, maybe more often, it is good for the soul to color outside the lines.