Life from Above

We went on the London eye the other day and I was amazed how cool the world looks from above. I should mention that I am quite scared of heights. I don't really know why. I've never been attacked by a staircase and no tower has ever done me harm. But I still don't really like them. Or rather, I don't trust myself around them. - With good reason, as my stepping off a roof a few years ago has proven.
At the same time, I have always been fascinated by tall buildings. I remember the excitement I felt the first time I saw a sky scraper. I was 12, jet lagged out of my mind, sitting in my hotel in Anaheim, California, at 4 o'clock in the morning marveling at the sigh of small people on lit roads and a giant cross on top of the building opposite. I was only a few floors up, but to me it felt like I was in the clouds. It was the first time I had really left the confines of my little small-town life and I thought I owned the world.
Now I've long left that life behind and I know I own the world, but there is still a lot to be said for getting my feet off the ground occasionally, for getting out of my comfort zone and for seeing the world from a different perspective. I am really glad I overcame my initial reservations. It was so worth it. -- Note to self, don't listen to yourself when you're being a chicken.
Ueber den Wolken, muss die Freiheit grenzenlos sein...