At night, Chicago is absurdly over-illuminated, to an extent that the landscape looks like something out of a Maxfield Parrish painting.
A light the color of cantaloupe flesh falls over the surface of the city, turning it lurid. The conditions make it hard to sleep at night but do create opportunities for photography. I imagine every city has a distinctive night-time look, depending on what kind of streetlight it has.
Here twilight mixed with the streetlight and the colors of the building and locust tree to create an almost surreal blue and yellow study.