As more and more leaves fall from the trees, I see more and more of what’s beyond my balcony. The strange yet inviting smile of the carved pumpkins on a balcony accross the street, the white buildings basking in the morning sun of North Vancouver on the steep slopes of the North Shores Mountains, the snow at the top of a distant peak.
The clouds move so fast, the scenery is ever changing. Now the mountains are of a dark blue, I even see some sparkles of light along the ski slopes.
I feed my eyes of this view as much as I can for the days I will no longer be able to.