The naval pier was quite lively. The Ferris wheel turned slowly, and riding it made me a little nervous. The lake breeze was cool on my face, and children ran around with cotton candy in hand. There were food stalls inside the large sailboat-shaped building; I bought some fries and sat by the lake, watching seagulls circle around, waiting for the crumbs to fall. A band was playing the saxophone in a pavilion, their tune languid and lazy. By the time I came out, it was already dark, and the lights were quite beautiful.