The imagination and inspiration roams free when you are on rooftop. The open sky, the air, the su, moon and stas and bird, all helps in taking you to your own peace.
Every once in awhile, this poem floats to the top of my head and I taste plums.
This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams - 1883-1963
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
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A piece for an abandoned 5E adventure module; a portrait of the eccentric and reclusive host and owner (and victim) of the manor at which a garden party is interrupted by an unexpected murder.