All right. I'm not one to ignore a challenge. I apologize for quality...I'm making this up as I go.
I love being on the roof. The higher the better. You can see so much more from on high and the world looks so different. Everything seems small and insignificant spread out before you. I like that feeling. The wind has a chance to grip you, unfettered by your surroundings and you can feel the sun on your skin, instead of milling about in shadow.
As I look down over the ground below me, my worries seem less pressing. The fact that my wife left me for her boss...well, she's the equivalent to one of specks down there. My eviction notice? Bah, I can see countless homes from here, each more interesting than the last. And being fired today? Well, I'm on their roof right now. They are beneath me, quite literally.
So many little dots moving around below; it's such a fascinating mosiac of humanity, coursing through the city streets. But in all reality, I am one of those little specs while someone looks down from their roof. Tiny and insignificant. And if I just lean forward a little bit, I will hurry and join with them all...
Meh...passable I suppose. Next word is "cheese".
J.
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