Outside the windows of the Westwind Peter saw the towering monorail tracks 
that looped around and through the Elevated in a clover pattern. The pylons that 
held up the tracks, the tracks themselves, and the monorail Skytrack trains all 
glittered with silver lights that spoke of enchantment and wealth. The lights 
could be seen from kilometers away—a distant carnival that most inhabitants of
Chicago could glimpse but not enter.