Yesterday I did something that some might consider a little crazy. It was slightly embarrassing and desperate, and probably something I wouldn't do alone again, yet still completely worth it at the same time. Any guesses?
Well, the thermometer hit 80 degrees yesterday in Westlake, Ohio. And consequently, my sunlight-starved self pulled my beach bag out of the closet, threw on a tube top and flip flops and headed out to the parking garage connected to my apartment building. On my walk up to the roof, I was already starting to question my decision, but it was too late to turn back now.
I opened the door to find a concrete oasis of sunlight, completely deserted and wiiiiide open. Why they don't convert this rooftop level of the parking garage into a usable outdoor escape is beyond me. Nevertheless, as if plotting my spot on a beach, I headed straight for the corner with the most direct sunlight, laid out my pink-striped beach towel and decidedly soaked up the sun for the first time this season. The only thing I dislike about where we live is the complete lack of usable green space for grilling, playing and laying outdoors. So, there I was, determined to make the best of this manmade slab of unused Level 4.
The sun was at a perfect slant in the sky. I could actually feel the warmth of the Cleveland sun on my face -- a feeling a Clevelander patiently looks forward to for 7 long and dreary months. It's almost undescribable how much your body craves the rays.
Anyways, there I was. Alone with my beach towel, sunbathing like a fool on the rooftop of a freakin parking garage. With every rattle of the doors, I'd check to see if someone was coming. No one. But what if someone saw me there? They'd think I was nuts.
After about an hour, the wind started to pick up and tiny little rocks kept swirling around the lot. Time to get out of here, and next time I'll bring a chair ... and a friend so I don't get caught up there a lone fool. That way we can be fools together.
3 more days 'til Vegas!
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