Over The Edge

I grasped onto the blue carpenter ladder propped up against the roof wall. I carefully climbed up and but when I hit eye level with the edge my mind went blank and my heart beat intensified...I paused, stood still and took a deep breath.

The surface was uneven and littered with different magnitudes of rain puddles. I threw my left arm onto the wall and grasped for the edge. Carefully, my legs followed and I balanced myself onto the ledge. Hunched over, I crawled on my hands and knees to where this photo was taken. Gusts of cold wind from the lake sent shooting nerves. Turning the last corner I passed the aircraft warning lights that were engulfed by spider webs. From what felt like an eternity, it was the home stretch. Once I made it, I smiled and looked down then straight out at the city. It was covered in a vial of rolling fog, fresh off the lake, skimming the sea of buildings.

These conditions are often sought after, but rarely capitalized on. But on this night, we did.