I get off the elevator on level six. Two buckets full of dirty dishwipes in each hand. I push open the door to the Emergency Staircase with my right shoulder. One flight of stairs I climbed up to the rooftop.
I walk towards several old washing machines in a corner. I dump in the washload. A cupful of detergent. Press a button and the cleaning starts.
The autumn air was crisp on the seventh. Houses below held their breaths. Clouds grouped and formed white shreds of cotton floating across the shimmering horizon. A crow cries somewhere afar.
I was ecstatic and felt like dancing. The wide open rooftop beckoned me to.
I walked over to the middle. Heartbeat accellerating.
It’s been how many years since I last did this?
I remember being good at it.
As I raise my hands in the air, I glance around at the nearby apartments.
Someone might be watching.
I didn’t care. I want to do this, and do it now.
Before I change my mind or chicken out.
I take two steps back and arch my spine.
I feel the strength surging to my hands.
Palms already layered with a film of sweat.
I move sideways, tipping my left upper body towards the asphalt surface of the rooftop.
I’m a pinnacle.
It all goes too fast, left hand, right hand… feet in the air but not as straight as I could do before.
Down turn, right foot touches the ground and then my left.
Back at one.
X form of me.
It was that thrilling.
I decided to do it again.
And several times more.
Thus I conclude:
Our body does not stiffen up due to age.
Our hearts do.
We do not lose the flexibility in our limbs.
We lose our confidence in being flexible.
Do what I did, on the hotel rooftop,