Milk crates, construction cranes, posters, and snow on the mountains

As I walk down the street
Many objects appear in sight.
It was the first morning
I noticed the snow on the
Distant mountains.
Beautiful was the color
White
Amidst the fog
over the water.
I tripped carefully
on a milk crate
on the sidewalk
which broke my trance
and made me notice
the construction cranes
that are endlessly present
in the city.
Building the homes
for the generations before us.
Looking up for a brief moment
the clouds slowly move
towards each other
and a brightly colored poster
on a telephone pole
catches my eye.
It looked like a bird
flying low
But it's just an
advertisement
and I walk on...