Outside my window I can see the University of Tennessee nestled snugly in the hills between here and the river. Cozy narrow streets wind their way through tree and brick while the church bells ring in the distance. They’ve been ringing for minutes. At first I thought they were chiming the hour. After a few minutes I decide they’re actually playing a hymn. After a few more minutes I decided they’re just banging away with no real pattern whatsoever.
Across the street there’s a five story building made of brick and window. Windows so big I can see straight through, see the clutter in every office, the knick knacks, and the lack of privacy. It’s Sunday, so no one is at work with the exception of the paint crew beginning to scale the side of the hotel just to the left of my window.
I put my head to the glass and peer down to see them come up. I feel a surge of adrenalin and my palms get sweaty.
I am no fan of heights.
Me, either. Give me a room on the first few floors, please.
Roger
June 14th, 2009