A Room Apart

Every now and then, I steal a moment.

I make room for simple pleasures.

I make room for me.

I often forget about the little table up on the rooftop deck.

This morning, though, I’m sitting there, drinking a coffee in the early morning sun, enjoying the still-cool breeze before the day’s heat descends.

I close my eyes and breathe in the scents of my childhood: pots of tomato plants, stalks of basil heavy with fragrant leaves, parsley and thyme, oregano and mint. It is home – all the homes I have known – all in one place.

Up here, there are no walls to separate me from the world beyond, yet I am above, apart from the world as well.

The rooftops and treetops stretch away across the city.

The ceiling on this room is limitless blue.


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