When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
and all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two
Up on the roof
Last night the moon was absolutely gorgeous. Brilliant and bright, it silently beamed down at the shivering, sleepy world below. It was a perfect night to head up to the roof and look up at the night sky, but since it was so cold, I couldn't muster enough "umph" to actually do it.
In the summer I love to lay on the roof and watch the stars. Orion. The Big Dipper. Cassiopeia. They're all up there, turning in a never-ending celestial dance. I love laying on the scratchy shingles, listening to the crickets and summer breeze, and staring up at the sky.
So peaceful. So satisfying. So wonderful.