The View From the Rooftop There is something about rooftops I just cannot get over. Especially at night, when the whole world has slowed down and the cold air calms my mind in a way nothing else does. Up there, everything gets small. Not small like it does not matter, small like you can finally see it whole. One area. Not the entire city, not the whole country, just this little corner of the world, and already there is so much happening at once that I cannot help but take notice. Below, in the next building, a guard stands outside a gate, I wonder what he dreamed of becoming when he was younger. Maybe a pilot? Maybe a business owner? or a chef?  Then i see a light on in a window and I find myself making up stories about it. Is that a couple up late talking, or an insomniac kept awake by the gap between where they are and where they wanted to be by now. Across the street, i see the vegetable vendor closing up shop but it's past midnight....