I’m so high up, the trees directly in front of me don’t even reach me.
Everyone practicing on the football field seems like ants in the distance.
The numbers on the yard lines seem like written fonts on a computer.
Fall leaves dominate tree branches and almost resemble a box of crayons.
Not a bird in sight, despite me being surrounded by space.
There’s a slot like entrance on the right side of the building that seems like a giant door that leads to a diffeent domain.
I feel my feet dangling over the ledge.
I look down and my feet seem like giantss in a sense
In another sense, I look down and see almost infinite space between me and the ground.
The wall I’m sitting on seems endless, and the brick seems so linear as I look directly down.
I feel almost like I’m sitting atop an enormous chimney.
when I turn around, there are several white columns that I grab at moments to feel secure on the ledge.
The mountains in the distance remind me that I may be high up, but I could be MUCH higher.
The paths on the floor slightly resemble a maze as they intersect eachother.
The windows located behind and below me, lead into the vocal room where I have choir rehearsals
People are staring at me like i’m insane.
When I turn around, I’m level with the ground, which directly contrasts what lies in front of me.
The actual walk to the ledge makes me feel like I’m walking in a tunnel despite all the space around me.
The wall on my right and the pillars on the ledge seem like they couldn’t support me even if i held onto them.
Looking up, I see the gray of the sky. I’m reminded that space is relative
Lying upside down, there’s a sense of fear and beauty as I look into the trees.
I feel insecure with my surroundings.
there’s approximately 40 inches of space from the ledge to the wall.
My ears pick up the heavy winds.
My nose and cheeks begin to redden in the cold.
On the ground, I can see different kinds of weeds.
Dirt shows through the grass.
The grass almost reminds me of my own curly hair (not to say that my hair is patchy).
Looking down at the brick, it seems to get lighter as it gets closer to the ground.
I feel like a spectator at a game with the field in the distance.
The mountains in the distance make me feel like I’m in a bowl, surrounded on all sides.
The gray platform underneath my feet contains a very smooth texture.
The ledge I stand on has different hints of light reds and whites to make it seem stone like.
All the colors around me have a pastel tone.
Looking to my right, I look into the window that expands for at least twenty feet.
Having the glass right next to me, I feel so close to something I’m so much more comfortable with.
The gray clouds reflect off of the window.
My territory continues on the right at the end of the ledge.
Being as high as I was, I found myself able to appreciate the building’s structure even more.
Leaf colors include: green, yellow, and orange although the intensity of these hues vary.
To my right, there’s a path that leads from the hill to the football field.
This path is vaguely constructed from the dirt and sits next to an intense yellow.
The trees carry continuously to my right past the corner of the building and builds a sense of curiosity.
In front of me, past the football field, I can just make out the stream of water running aside the tennis courts.
The ceiling above me connects with the plain white columns.
Looking behind me, I can still see the foot prints I left behind from walking in the rain.
Branches on the treeson front of me seem heavier with the leaves drenched by the rain.
The gate that i hopped over seems so much farther away, knowing that I’m about a hundred feet up.
Nature and moderns architeture clash in this set up and it creates a very interesting environment.
The grass on the hill almost seems to seep into the building.
I’m terrified to make any movements that I feel might jeopardize my balance.