It’s a small thrill to be on a rooftop walking around and getting a bird’s eye view of the world.
But for me it’s a tiny terror at the very height of the ladder when I have to shift my body onto the roof. There’s a second of shear faith involved when my foot leaves the last step and my knee and foot are in the air. It’s not like the rooftop has a handle to grip. But I guess that bit of danger is part of the thrill.
That terror and subsequent step of faith are probably similar to watching one of my daughters drive off in a car with a boy on her first date. That day is approaching, but I can’t predict that I’ll find it the least bit thrilling.