As the leaves slowly drift away again from the drowsy trees of Clark Park, small windows open up between the branches toward the views of the city skyline and the north shore mountains...
I clamber around the high points of the park searching for such glimpses ornately framed by the golden and russet foliage, baring branches and darkened trunks...
and through the lacerating arboreal veil, the gleaming glass towers and the snow draped mountain peaks appear only as enticing mirages in the far, far distance...
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