The always resilient car alarms and the
whistling of the frigid wind did nothing to
deter the awe-inspiring view of the
sky that he now beheld.
Nothing could.
For as long as he could remember,
he had pondered the meaning of life,
the existence of little green men,
whether the Cubs would ever win a World Series,
what death was like.
Nobody understood
what he was about
and why he did the things he did.
They only tortured
what they could not understand.
This, this was his escape, his hideaway,
away from the treacherous evils of the earth,
away from the loneliness.
No one could hurt him, and, for a brief moment,
peace would enclose his imaginative protective shell.
Here,
he was safe.
For now.
Take me back!
