Roofing

Roofing. Possibly the greatest thing known to mankind, apart from Raspberry Jalapeno Jelly and Potstickers. Roofing. The word that strikes the flint in the soul, burns until one is all but flames. In other words, I love, quite love, the roof. As one (thanks Sarah:)) sits up there, one's bare legs touching the burning tarry wonder, one's face bright red from the sun, one realizes it is amazing. One is connected to the world... and one knows it. But one is somewhere else. One is not experiencing what all those people down there on the ground is/are experiencing. One can climb around anywhere on one's roof. One is the expert. You are one, yourself, and you are Ruler of the Roof. One, in this case, I, love to sit up there all day, holding my breath, watching the trees sway around me, looking down at the people, smiling so broadly I'm sure that my mouth will wear out. ROOFING. Of course, that is quite impossible. There is the problem of millions of tiny ants who are quite curious about this huge mass that has suddenly invaded their private haven and the fact that one would probably be diagnosed with skin cancer at the age of fifteen. Also, you really aren't supposed to be up there. But it is amazing.