The Vantage Point

The voice stops...

Hands clapsed snugly behind your back, you turn to face him...

Beyond him the City spreads out like a cloak...

From up here, in this tower, you can see for miles...

Far away the river winds like a snake through the twinkling cityscape...

He’s angry... what are you looking at...?

"What are you looking at?"

You wonder what it would be like to fly out from up here...