Nature

Below, people scattered. Cars roamed, palm trees swayed, and the sun glistened. I searched for a familiar face, or house, but everything was unfamiliar. From up here, everything shrunk. Either that, or I grew bigger. I was detached from the world below me, but I didn't feel lonely at all. For some reason, a change of perspective helped me to relax and put petty issues aside.

I stepped back for a moment. Then I reminded myself that, standing atop civilization's mountain, this wasn't the top. I slowly gazed up into the clouds, into the never-ending roof. I guess that's the way with things like this, you never really reach the extreme, top or bottom, of anything. You keep going.

(Maybe doing this in present tense woud sound better. Let's try.)

Below, people scatter. Cars roam, palm trees sway, and the sun glistens. I attempt to search for a familiar face, or house, but all I see is unfamiliar. From up here, everything shrinks. Either that, or I grow bigger. I am detached from the world below me, but I don't feel lonely at all. For some reason, a change of perspective helps me to relax and put petty issues aside.

I step back for a moment. Then I remind myself that, standing atop civilization's mountain, this isn't the top. I slowly gaze up into the clouds, into the never-ending roof. I guess that's the way with something like this; you never reach the extreme, top of bottom. You always keep going.