At the heart of Manhattan lies this golden corridor—
The Mall, glowing in peak fall.
Each leaf, a brushstroke of amber and rust,
each tree, a towering witness
to quiet mornings before the city stirs.
This moment was hard-won—
an early morning chase for stillness and light,
captured when nature paused,
and the city held its breath.
A timeless path,
where poets, artists, and wanderers
have all walked
and now, so can you.