While standing on a line to a midtown diner in New York City (don't ask), I overheard a visitor from the South say, “Imagine if this was always your view of the sky?” She looked up, tried to find the horizon, but without it, she felt lost. And I felt like I had been missing something my entire life.
Maybe this is the reason we seek rooftops. That extra bit of sky, horizon, and light makes us feel a little less bemused.
A rooftop view is powerful. You are above it all. The worries are down below.
A rooftop is an ending. It is completion. It is the furthest a human can go in any one particular space of land before meeting the stars.
When was the last time you climbed up to the roof? Were you a teenager sitting on the shingles of a friend’s house? Did you race to the top of an abandoned building? Were you drinking a martini at a swanky rooftop bar?
How does it feel to be on top of the world? What discoveries can be made when it’s just you and the stars? This week, write about a rooftop adventure (or about anything you once climbed such as a tree or a mountain). What did you learn up there? How long did you stay up above the earth? Were you filled with fear and in a rush to come down or did you want to stay that tall and powerful forever?
I am so curious about your rooftop story. Be brave and share.
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