up there, where she can be herself

From the roof top in filthy filthy heat she spots speed boats down on the river, cars making their way over the bridge to the other side in what from the distance looks like slow-motion. A palm tree is waving back and forth in the light breeze further down in front of the majestic old white 4 story building, distant voices argue down the street and the Jesus statue on the other side of Tejo is rising extra tall today. Up in the privacy of the roof she feels calm, at ease, and the city never looks better as from above.