Top of the world

Today I went to the roof top of the building I was working in.

I like going onto roof-tops, because I like the view from rooftops. I like the fact that the buildings and people look like lego blocks and tiny bugs from way up where I am. I also liked the feeling I have of being the all powerful monster being, with all those tiny people, my worshippers, whom I can crush just with my little finger.

For today, I just wanted to enjoy the cool breeze and to clear my head a little. There were just too many things going around in that little space up there, and I just wanted a breather.
- Work or the stuff they call work (I think for some of my friends, work = emotional, mental and physical torture)
- Friends or people you thought were friends
- People and how to relate to them
- Human beings, and how to behave humanely
- How to make the world a better place, by eliminating some people
As you can tell, loads of crap in that little space up there; in fact, it's getting a bit crowded...

Today is a beautiful day. The air smells fresh and clean and of the rain that had just stopped. Together with the rain came a refreshing change to the normally humid warm air; it was cool and nice today. My eyes revelled in the fresh greeness of the field; there were little herons dotting the field. (I'm not sure where they came from, and why they enjoy city life.) The sky was startling azure blue, with little fluffy marshmallow and cottonwool cloud balls. (I wish I was a bird....)

Just enjoying the view and the breeze and the sky, a certain feeling stole over me. The kind I don't know how to explain.

You know the feeling you get when you meet a boy for the first time, a boy who's quite attractive and who looks intelligent and interesting enough, and you find yourself wanting to know him more, to find out more....

The feeling of possibilities, that life is not yet a dead end, and despite and in spite all, the possibility of something a little more, a little better, a little more interesting. Just when you thought life had settled down into a pattern, a routine, that life held no more new surprises, life surprises a little more, because a hope blooms within us, for something which we don't quite know what.

The view looks really quite different from up there.