The view from the skyway is simply amazing. Why don’t more people slow down or stop to enjoy the sights? What do you see when you look down from the skyway?
When I look out the window to the white-washed world below. I see yellowed scrub grass arrayed in patterns that will become more apparent as the snow thaws. In a clearing, a four-by-four square of trees is planted as a center-piece. Three of the trees seem to have died in infancy, never to be replaced.
Behind the seats, is a uniquely shaped, dark stone structure. From my view, it seems to be a truncated quarter-pyramid. From the ground, several unsightly vents protrude. Are they connected internally to the afore mentioned structure? My fondness of subterranean structures has my curiosity on overdrive.
Tracks zig and zag between disorderly clumps of grass, trees, and vents. They take the path of least resistance, with few exceptions. Occasionally a bunny will dart into, then back out of view, little more than a flurry of movement. Rarely do the prints intersect with the pavement. The tiny velvety-soft creatures seem to use the benches as both a bridge, and covered walkway. No food-source is visible, but the foot-prints seem to congregate behind the structure. Is someone feeding them? Is it for warmth? I see no traces of human passage through the snow from my angle, yet the cottontails clearly favor that area.
An icy path and stairway bisect this place. The occasional person, bundled against the cold, walks from the stainless-steel and glass building to the brick and glass building. Most of them loose their footing briefly, none fall. Not a single person seems to notice the allusions of life surrounding them. None pause even for a second to take note.
Several people even walk within a few feet of a tiny darkly furred rabbit huddled in the lee of the short stone dividing wall. A person scuffs their foot on the pavement. The tiny creature moves as if to run for it, then decides to halt; immobilized from fear or just indecision, I know not. The offending shoe and tightly bundled person wearing it, move on swiftly, unnoticing. The hare relaxes and resumes its previous insulating stance.
Those in the harsh world beneath see neither it, nor those above. Protected from the elements in the glassed in causeway above, passers are able to relax, linger, and take the time to see that which is hidden from those closest to it. Those that choose to look of course, most don’t even glance out of the enclosed bridge. It’s a pity, the view is delightful.