warmth through the afternoon hours. Here in Quincy the river's presence is less a visual fact than a felt condition, a softening of edges that distinguishes its residential character from the sharper industrial light of Quincy to the north in Illinois, and as you move through this central corridor the polished concrete underfoot carries that same gentleness, each surface calibrated to absorb rather than deflect, pulling you forward toward the southern wing where the architecture begins to anticipate something more deliberately sculptural, a shift in vocabulary that will feel fully realized as the plan opens toward Racine's