A view from the top

On reaching a new level

At the top the first thing that struck me was the wind. In the tower, I was overheating from climbing. Perspiration danced down to the small of my back. It pooled around the harness straps pressing into me through my clothes. Once outside, this became a problem.

I started shivering right away. Craig noticed. Good view up here eh bud? Nothing like it. You afraid or cold? Craig’s voice was warm and reassuring.

A bit of both I replied. Craig wasn’t having it.

From where I stand, he began, and the way you’re shivering, it’s more than a bit. You need to get up and move around.

It was then that I realized were I was and what I was doing. At the very top of the tower, there’s a light. The light sits on top of a triangular, almost pyramid like steel construction. I was half sitting, half leaning on one part of the structure. At the same time I had my arm roped around another part, clinging on for dear life.

Hell of a view up here continued Craig almost lazily. I like coming up here. I enjoy it. …