I will always be a mountain girl first and foremost, eternally content to spend my days scrambling over rocks and craggy slopes amid the pine covered wilderness. However, sometimes a change of scenery can open your eyes to a different kind of magic, as was the case on this drizzling early spring day over a year ago on a class trip to Chicago. The rows upon rows of thousands of windows lining the streets perfectly mirrored the clouds above, seeming to bring order to the chaos of the stormy sky. For this foreigner, it wasn’t difficult to become transfixed by the maze of towering skyscrapers, canyons of pale concrete and silver glass.