View from the Top




I remember it as clearly as if it happened five minutes ago. It was sunset. A glow fell upon the skyscrapers below me, glimmering the windows on the buildings like light on water.


I was in eighth grade and atop the Empire State Building. To this day, I will never forget how it felt to stand there. To feel the entire world below me moving to this final crescendo of day. To blink and blink and tell myself to never forget what this felt like. To try to mentally jot it all down inside.


I was with my class then, but a few months ago, I stood all alone atop the Eiffel Tower at night. It was romantic, couples kissing all around me. I stood there and watched the city whirl around me and wondered how this could’ve possible beat my expectations.


But it was the same as in NYC as it was in Paris. That view from the top that makes you want to remember every detail in your mind. That makes you feel like, if you could just keep this image this feeling, shoved in some bottle to take out whenever you’re feeling stale, that life could go on much more beautifully.


The view from the top is, perhaps the most magical. Perhaps the most breathtaking. Perhaps the best.





5minutefridayThis post is part of one of the most refreshing link ups I have found. It’s an exercise in free writing where you set the timer and write for five minutes on the particular prompt of the day. Today’s prompt is: VIEW and I just knew I had to try it. I am shocked by how much I loved it. Check out some of the other posts linked up or contribute one yourself here.