Life in the sky

Living in an apartment high up in the sky (or at least on the fourth floor - quite high enough for me), I feel like I'm on some giant airship. When I see films of the great zeppelins suddenly appearing silently out of the clouds I think about life in the sky.

This apartment has a long side balcony and walking the length of it makes me think I'm a passenger on an ship. The awnings which I wind up and down on sunny days reinforce this because I feel as though I am trimming the white sails of a yacht.

Perhaps I am naturally an apartment dweller and living somewhere like this is the logical outcome of all my values, taste and history.

I was standing on the balcony and a single black feather dropped out of the gum tree opposite and then drifted slowly down and across, then rose steadily in the sky until it disappeared.

it’s like living in a tree house. I look directly across to the top of a massive gum tree at the same height as us.

I live in an apartment which has featured in an architecture magazine and when I travelled to Berlin stayed in a hotel just of Kurfürstendamm which featured in an exhibition about cutting edge architecture in the nearby Berlin Art Gallery. I often think that buildings are often more interesting than the contents they house. I wonder if that’s true about my apartment building.

It’s still dark and I just went outside and leaned on the metal rail on the balcony – I shivered as it was very chilly after a night in the open. Winter is coming, if ever so slowly.