At last, I step onto the terrace, step out of air conditioning and into real air. That feels amazing, especially with the wind getting crazy. I hear it against the building; it is not as strong as the singing in an harbour, though a nice start. That is the only noise, aside cars and air conditioning systems, and the night –in that in-city garden on the 27th floor- suddenly becomes quiet and sleepy. My eyes catch a patch of moon light through the trees and I move closer, bathing my feet and arm in it. Impatiently, I turn my head, eager to see the smile of the full moon… and ended up facing an extremely bright display up on the close-by sky-scrapper. No idea building were moonlighting here…
A Fish on a Hill 