One evening after a concert, before heading home, I scoped out a nearby condo under construction. To my surprised delight, the security fencing had a big welcoming gap in it, and the building had a big welcoming opening in one wall. I entered, found the stairwell, and climbed up twenty flights, the concert program still clutched in my hand.

Even a twenty-storey building feels pretty tall when it is the tallest thing around. Looking north towards downtown, with the junction of Main, Broadway, and Kingsway at my feet:
 

There were a dozen trees planted on the roof, obstructing the various views. Nevertheless it was a balmy night, and I drank it in.