Top of the World
At least, it’s the top of the Story Bridge, in Brisbane. I imagine the view would be nauseating in the extreme …lovely; but to imagine is as far as I venture. I quite firmly believe that bridge climbing is the prerogative of the suicidal, and nothing short of an audible, direct command from the throne room of heaven, in the presence of witnesses, would induce me to attempt such a thing while in my right mind.
Though the folk atop here seemed calm enough, one can only speculate what drove them to fly in the face of nature in such a manner.