Ever been on a school rooftop?

My goals, aspirations change as time passes by. This year, I wanted to, I needed to go on a roof.

And so I did, with my boyfriend, about a month or two ago. It was the roof of an elementary school. It wasn't what I expected. But then again, how can I expect anything when I don't even know anything of it? The rooftop was nice, very high I might say. And getting down was a traumatizing experience for me.

Today, we went on another rooftop. Another elementary school. We climbed the pipelines on the side and managed to get up.

I liked this one better. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the red, sunset sky we saw when we climbed on top. Perhaps it was just because I was not feeling anxious about getting down.

So he and I ventured onto the land on top. We walked around, looking for an easy way down, curious to find anything different.

But the rooftop wasn't anything special. It was just a simple rooftop.

We climbed to the highest surface of the school, laid back, and stared at the sky. Into the sky. There were no clouds. I love that feeling. I love staring into something, and not seeing the end of it. It's like I reach for it, but I have no idea how far my hands really far. I have no idea how far the sky stretches.

Four of our friends joined us and we all stared up into the cloudless sky. The sun slowly set, and the stars came out. Not a lot. But the transition was beautiful.

We really had no problem getting down.

I'm definitely going to do that again.
I love that rooftop.
I love being up so high.
Especially because I, myself, climbed it, and I, myself, walked up.