Hiking Mt. Cooroora

Pomona is like a Fisher-Price town from above: it's little houses and toy trains on winding railway tracks. The people here seem busy living simple, happy lives, as I watch from my perch on the top of Mt. Cooroora. (Although the truth of it is that most of their lives are most likely anything but simple and happy...)
A dragonfly is watching, too, although he seems more preoccupied with playing in the gusts of wind. Perhaps he was the inspiration for hang-gliding. He stops for a minute on a nearby branch to show me his beautiful wings. They are made from transparent golden lace and decorated in perfect symmetry with maroon markings in some undiscovered language.