A cascade of burnt orange leaves frames the scene, their warm hues gently softening the sharp geometry of Chicago’s soaring skyscrapers beyond. Each building rises with distinct character—glass, steel, and stone catching the fading light in countless reflections, windows glowing like scattered stars. The city pulses quietly in the distance, alive with rhythm and scale, while the foreground whispers of nature’s fleeting grace. It’s a portrait of contrast and harmony—where the bold lines of human achievement meet the gentle poetry of a changing season.