From the boughs finds an edge...

Tonight I sit up here on this ledge looking out on the city below. We just got in and I have to say I miss this. Constant movement. Ever flow. You can taste life from these heights and look down below knowing that in life you've earned these things. It is up here you get the good winds that never seem to cease blowing past, and that carry with them the smells and sounds of my people below.

I notice something about life lately. The little unspoken rules we all share. Out nightlife for instance. It is like long ago some group of men (because long ago all groups were surely men and white LOL) and decided sunlight meant fun and family safety while after dark it was okay within the confines of the law to let your freak flag fly.

While doing my normal daily observations I found myself thrust upon the first group while appearing to be part of the second. What was I to do as I had surely from my music, urban garb, and saunter ruined what was to be a perfectly peaceful morning for Tom and Susan Local. They quickly surveyed their surroundings and me seeing their panic like a couple wild deer looking for escape I gladly smiled and paused so they could pass by. The entire exchange seemed like eons but was mearly minutes.

So here I stand on this balcony, like a king unto my brethren...more a casual observer with a lofty and pleasing perch. I stand here to let the night touch it and take it all away. This is like a shower to wash away the day. A soft whisper that reminds us of a lover's secret. But mostly just my tower for which I evade and become something new. Sweet dreams world. My epoch just kicked in again.