Heavens

Have you ever lived in a tall building? Dawn strikes suddenly and irradiates these glass-walled, high-rise rooms. Lisa showed me how quickly the thick windows - if you press your face against them - go from cold to warm in the morning's stark glare. On the streets below, beneath the horizon, darkness remains as if there were, briefly, two worlds separate but side by side - one, a night place and the other bleached in fierce sunbeams. The rooms have no curtains, just motorized shades that go up and down as needed - but in reality, they’re always up. Central Park is the only thing across the street and we’re so high up (50th floor) no one can see in. It’s odd, dressing in uncurtained, glass lined rooms or bathing in curtain-less bathrooms - there’s a titillating freedom to it. I find myself imagining that we’re angels floating in the clouds, looking down upon man and his creations - but then I’m reminded, by vertigo or by digging a charger out of my luggage, that I’m just a mortal, sporting a temporary visa to this high-rise heaven. . . ps In proofing this before posting it, I had to smirk at how, of all the qualities of high-rise life, I wrote about the curtain-less feature and I wonder if that paints me either a p3rv or a prude. I even debated deleting it, but *shrug*