Such a sweet reminder.
My birthday is February 4. The week before my birthday this year, the ladder to the roof went away. It’s happened before. The landlord is renovating an apartment on the other side of the street. It always comes back, though. Eventually.
But it’s been several weeks now, and that’s given me a chance to notice all the things I give up when I can’t get to my roof in the mornings. Firstly and most obviously are my exercises. Without access to my roof, I start the day sedentary and don’t seem to be able to overcome the inertia of that kind of start to my days. I also really missed the little magical things that always seemed to happen on the roof while watching the sun coming up, watching its movement patterns and the visual show it puts on every morning, whether I take the time to notice it or…
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