Rooftop Evenings

Climbing from the chipping away, white-washed fence to the rooftop corner, a fourteen year old Jared would make his way to the sunbathed shingles for a moment of dare-devilish thrill. This evening, five years later, I asked my brother to revisit these moments from his childhood a moment before dusk. The spirit of adventure still hung in the air, just a melancholy scent of childhood, and a thirst for future adventures of a different sort altogether.