September 3, 2008
In praise of heights.
The taller I stand, the more I can see.
High heels would let me look over the heads of the crowd; a stepladder or chair lets me discover the secrets lurking at the backs of tall cupboards.
From my top floor window I can see more of the streets around; from the top of Blackpool Tower I can see far out to sea.
And from such a height, I could maybe fly. Not fear of heights, but an almost irresistible urge to step out on to thin air and let it take me where it will.
The taller I stand, the more I can see.
High heels would let me look over the heads of the crowd; a stepladder or chair lets me discover the secrets lurking at the backs of tall cupboards.
From my top floor window I can see more of the streets around; from the top of Blackpool Tower I can see far out to sea.
And from such a height, I could maybe fly. Not fear of heights, but an almost irresistible urge to step out on to thin air and let it take me where it will.