|Neighbouring gardens as seen from the balcony of our third-floor renovation|
But the sky seems vast up there. Fluffy cotton-ball clouds hover. The gaudy, faux-byzantine Greek Orthodox church looms strangely-large in the distance. We see dense pockets of trees where the parks are. Intersections of traffic where the residential slides into the industrial. We'll know when the ice-cream truck is coming, when the rain is coming. Never again will we have to climb out onto a pitched-roof to watch the air-show or fireworks on the lake.
Voyeur that I am, I love to view the gardens around me, bustling with squirrels and cats and people setting out their supper, the cyclist on the street, arguing with a careless driver. And I'm really seeing some interesting plant-life.
Mind you, everything loves you up in the green of summer. I wonder what the view will be come February.