... i wish there was someone around here to sit on a roof-top with and talk until the sky got bright again. you see it in the movies, but so rarely in real life.
when i was a teenager i had a small mattress i'd haul up on to the garage roof. back down and then i'd climb up the ladder one more time with my telescope in tow. i'd watch the stars through its aperature until i grew sleepy. laying out on the mattress, i'd eventually fall asleep.
other nights i'd just sit on the peak of the roof, legs dangling over the edge, and watch people returning home and animals coming out for their nocturnal roamings. i'd sit up there and think about the things that puzzled me, that worried me, that made me happy.
i could see most of the roofs on the other houses in the valley: not a single person on any of them. i used to imagine what it would be like if people came out at night and sat on their roofs and looked heavenward together. i imagined what it would be like to share the roofspace with others; i tried a few times but discovered that it wasn't as enjoyable for others as it was for me.
while people would clamber up to the roof tops to watch fireworks shows or parades ... it didn't seem to be a common place for meditation and sharing moments of thoughtfulness with others.
i can't say that sitting on roof tops has gotten any more popular in the years since then.
so when i read about the earliest known human vilages and how they had no lanes or paths between the houses, such that to get anywhere the inhabitants had to walk on the roofs ... it please me greatly.