Excerpt
'What's that�' Dez suddenly asks. She stops walking.
'What?' I look around and see nothing.
'There is a gap in the trees to the left here.' She was correct. There was a clearing in the bush that looked like a path on the streamside that I didn�t remember seeing.
'It's a path,' I tell her.
'Let's go.' The weathered ground notified me that it was, at least at one point, a frequently visited area. Many people had been down it before.
However, the path was disappointingly short, leading out to the stream and ending about 100 meters later. The view, however, was nothing to scoff at.
The clearing was obviously a man made lookout point of some sort, but had no safety barrier between the edge of the cliff and the long fall to the river below. We ventured right to the end of the cliff, and I peered over at the rushing water.
'What's the view like?' she asked. I took a moment to respond. My thoughts were not collected.
'We are on a cliff. It is a long way down a rocky hillside, until it merges into the river below. The rapids flow angrily along, acting as barrier between the city and the park. On the far shore, nature has been blatantly cut off by man. The dusty shore stops, and the metal road takes over. From there on crawls the irrevocable mechanics of man. The houses start off small, and the buildings grow taller as the eye rolls upwards; the land disappearing under the metal clouds. The towering mammoths go off into the distance, until the horizon limits their escalation. From there on stretches the skies, that blends with a colourful gradation that mediates between us and the heavens.
'I can see,' she whispers.
