Somewhere up the stairs!
Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit. There isn’t any other stair quite like it. A. A. Milne. Last week I chanced to spend an hour on the staircase leading to my first floor flat. I needed to temporarily escape the 'friendly fumes' sprayed in my flat as part of the maintenance for keeping away pests. On such a previous occasion, I remember having spent the hour with my neighbor friend, but sadly she was away this time. And that is how I came to settle down on one of the steps that fine morning. The day was sunny yet mild, and the gentle breeze kept my spirits up. On the outer sides of balconies, the clothes fluttered in a colourful dance, the trees beyond swayed in happy abandonment. I was all by myself, midst the breeze and the warm sun and thoughts and feelings rushed in unbidden. ' No amount of smiling at a flight of stairs has ever made it turn into a ramp. ...