The traffic behind is steady but the traffic in front is not.
The fierce wind blows the trees. They bend and sway depositing their leaves on the sidewalk below. A young man walks through the leaves and under those trees. Unaware, of the girl, sitting on the bench behind him trying to see over the city, he stops.
Wanting to see the view of the city below, he tries to peer over the edge. Tries to catch a glimpse of that beautiful and precious view. It is protected by those swaying leaf-depositing trees and hides what he desires.
Below, lies the downtown of the City of Hamilton Ontario.
Red brick houses with white shutters, multi-coloured covered trees holding their leaves, and falling leaves covering the sidewalk below. All lined up in perfect order, waiting.
Waiting to be seen by those who peer over the side of the mountain, and through those bending swaying leaf-depositing trees that block, and protect the view from peering eyes.
Industrial chimneys pump out white fluffy clouds of smoke that block the faint image of the CN Tower of Toronto beyond. Shiny, rusty metal buildings blend together, just on the edge of the water where ships in the harbour wait.
All this precious view is waiting for the man walking down the sidewalk to move on. Move on, so that the girl unnoticed while sitting on the park bench behind may capture the view he so desires, with her camera.
Capture the essence of a beautiful city that lies below waiting, to be captured through those bending swaying trees that protect those incredible views, from those who stand on the mountain trying to peer over the edge and through those trees.
She watches the man carefully hang over the side trying to get just one tiny piece of the view, while she sits with pen and paper and camera ready waiting patiently. She hopes he moves on soon. She wants to capture those beautiful views below through those multi- coloured leaves before they are gone. Deposited on the city below, then leaving those trees standing naked on the edge of the top of the mountain.
Trees that do not want the people trying to peer past their beauty, as they shed their clothing to blanket the city that lies below, and to never forget what they were wearing. The trees waiting to expose those people lined up on the mountain peering down to all those people that peer up. Everyone wishing they could fly like those leaves.