The trees seem to be whispering: 'We have the best seats.'

From the lookout's edge, the city unfolded like a meticulously arranged mosaic. The symmetry of Canberra's streets and parks was almost hypnotic, as though the city had been designed by an artist with a ruler in one hand and an eye for beauty in the other. The lake glimmered in the afternoon light, its surface reflecting fragments of the sky like a shattered mirror pieced back together. The trees below swayed gently in the breeze, their whispers lost to the height where I stood. It was a moment that felt both expansive and intimate—a quiet reminder of how small we are against such vastness. And yet, there was something grounding about seeing it all laid out so clearly. I leaned against the railing, letting my thoughts drift as freely as the clouds above.