Essay Archive - Personal Writing: The Burnside Project
Personal Writing: The Burnside Project
I come around the corner, and a smile comes across my face. I love
it when there isn't a crowd. Only two other people braved the chill, and
had the will, to get up this early. Upon arrival, my view is enhanced.
Though I've seen it enough to burn an image into my subconscious, each
visit brings new wonder. I climb onto the lower platform, and quickly
scale the small wall to the upper. I nod at the other already standing
I've seen him before, but I don't need to know his name. A silent
friendship binds us that rarely needs ....