"¡Double Chim Charoo!"

Morning Coffee

Things started innocently enough, on a groggy work morning. Tony hands me my coffee and bagel and I sit down and wake up, contemplating how much like a yippie my new job in North Beach makes me feel.

What's This?

I'm a bit early, but decide to head in anyways, and play around on the net for a while before the morning scrum. On the way up the stairs, I notice a door that usually isn't open...

A Way Up

Peering upwards, it dawns on me (har har) what I've found. I stare up the shaft for a while, listening to see if I can hear workmen on the roof or not.

The Last (non) Barrier

I make my way up the stairs, shoes clanging on metal stairs, building to a crescendo of anxiety as I finally reach the top. Ok, last chance - time for the balls to get on the job. I think that's dirty if you say it in England.

Well, I guess it's 25 feet from a door or window technically.jpg

Yep, it's a roof alright. The pile of cigarette butts in the corner of the roof offer a hint as to why the door is open.

People Like Cow Ants

It's only a four story building, but I still pull back whenever I get too close to the edge. The roof feels squishy underneath my feet and I worry I might fall through.

On Top of My World

The view isn't too bad up here...

Unshaven

Not bad at all...

Starburst

I poke around on the roof for half an hour or so before the morning meeting. This may become a regular haunt of mine. A little lunchtime meditation on the roof seems like it could be just the ticket.

Misty Morning Rooftop

Sweep