Beacon Hill is one of Boston’s oldest and most beautiful historic neighborhoods, radiant with rich splendor in autumn. The changing seasons paint a rainbow upon a single tree. Thick layers of fallen leaves form a carpet brimming with fruit, where little squirrels can land with soft, cushioned leaps. The afterglow of the setting sun casts a golden, dazzling pattern. May those who gaze upon this painting feel loved—cherished by the universe and all its wonders.