100 Words: Step into late light

Step into late light a few minutes before sunset with Beethoven’s piano sonata #5 in my ears, played with deliberative fury by Igor Levit, one of the beacons of humanity in this black time, with his impassioned solo concerts broadcast via social media—one per day until he took a recent break. I walk the same old circuit to and from the lakefront, but the red scabs of light falling off of rooftops and treetops do their best to light my way. Steam billows in misty gusts from a depopulated building engulfing me as I pass; I almost leave a trace.