I've been going for a walk every day on my lunch break. I am but one of a legion of office drones, stretching our legs and soaking in every drop of unseasonably warm and unquestionably beautiful September sunshine. We walk and walk until every precious outdoor minute has ticked by.
I often think I should bring my camera, to capture the angles and the reflections in those glass towers that puncture the relentless blue sky. Today, a window washer rappelled down the side of a building to come to a firm landing on the sidewalk not ten feet away from me.
I was tempted to ask if I could have a try.