The longest night

Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Uplit ferns in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Fern fronds in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

The other night, I met a good friend at the Garfield Park Conservatory. What is usually a mid-winter daytime pilgrimage turned into a late night walk through the deep forest, just a few miles away from our homes. The Conservatory is open every day of the year until 5pm, but on Wednesdays, they turn on the lights and let wanderers stroll until 8.

Fern fronds in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Fern fronds in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Fern fronds in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

A part of me worried that the rooms of the conservatory, glorious to behold in the daytime, would look stark and unwelcoming at night, with bright fluorescents beating down from overhead. But it was quite the opposite. Bold spotlights gelled in brilliant colors lit up the undersides of ferns, bounced off the bark of tropical trees, dribbled down rocky waterfalls and into rippling, bottomless pools. The sounds of rushing water mixed with the echoes of children laughing in the Sugar from the Sun room. Our footsteps fell on damp stone and shuffled beside leaves rustling in the fan-fed breeze.

Cactus in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

The desert room, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

In the desert room, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

There, that night, the air somehow felt more humid. Our ears perked at the chorus of crickets, our noses caught wind of the peat and loam stuffed in crevices at our toes. Some walkways sat in total darkness, and our brains rushed to fill the gaps. In the Desert room, tall columns of cactus masqueraded as men standing perfectly still. Neon colors got caught on succulent leaves and sharp spines, throwing strange shadows on the walls and windows surrounding us. All our senses sharpened to make up for what we couldn’t see in the dark.

Cactus in the desert room, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Giant agave, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Wild desert plants in the Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

I love the sun, and crave the light. Here, on the winter solstice, the precipice of the coldest season, I feel myself falling deeper into the darkness. On the other side of today, the days begin the get longer, minute by minute, but what might I learn by sitting in these shadows, unbothered, unmoved?

As I wandered through the Conservatory that night, I walked past a young woman sitting on a wooden bench in a barely lit room. Her face was calm, her eyes closed, breathing even. I can’t know what she was thinking about, if she was meditating or considering some hidden train of thought, but the sight of her reminded me of what’s special about this season. Now is the time to sit in the shadows, to explore the darkness, wade in it, and get lost in what could be. These dark days hold lessons for us all. And what more perfect place than this to open our eyes wide and wait for them to adjust.

Maidenhair fern, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Papyrus, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Papaya plant backlit, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

Dracaena branches, Garfield Park Conservatory at night, Chicago / Darker than Green

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