She insisted on the top bunk when she was eight.
She spent a summer in the tree house in the back yard.
The one she built with a platform and ropes as walls.
Then back to top bunk in the college dorm.
Should anyone be surprised that she would sit in her apartment windowsill,
As though it were the same as a balcony waving to her friends, especially that cute guy who promised to bring her up a latte and a bagel.
A lifetime of practice, for the one night she climbed down the brick face and escaped the flames.
Doesn’t this week’s photo prompt by Alicia Jamtaas from Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo challenge make you smile? There’s a joy in the young lady in the window and an appreciation of that joy in the young man below. Hope you have a day filled with simple joy. Best, Clare
Clare Graith 