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 there.
I've seen him before, but I don't need to know his name. A silent friendship
binds us that rarely needs words. An occasional cheer or wince says more than…