These images were taken almost ten days ago, when I was still living in our family house closer to the ground.
Now I’m 18 floors above. You’re not the only one tired of street-level, front-of-gate or front-of-car cameos.
Thankfully, our apartment unit faces the morning sun.
Hopefully, this view of the city will inspire me to dig into my notes and scrunch through revisions of my city poems.
Though I have the sneaking suspicion that for the next month or two, I’ll be looking for a nice shelf for the books and magazines that I brought. That and beating a contract deadline.
Hell, we’ll only be here for a year. Come April next year, house renovations should be done.