Before I knew I liked mountains and rocks I would climb onto the rooftops of anything I could find in my little hometown — Friendly’s Ice Cream, Robert’s Elementary School, the Catholic Church on Main Street (😬oops). Rooftops were my happy place and my crying place. I didn’t believe in God then but they were where I’d seek perspective, and the only times I thought that maybe (just maybe!!!) I could be wrong. My high school sweetheart even asked me to prom on a rooftop because it became so part of my identity. Which I’m retrospect, was a beautiful foreshadowing of the young adult I would become — always finding the tallest, most beautiful locales for the sake of love stories. Nowadays it’s usually an Instagram-famous mountain top with a Bob Ross-worthy backdrop, but these sweet rooftop moments will always feel like home to me. I’m so thankful for those little seeds of adventure and wonder that this work has allowed me to foster 🥺 emo litte teenage Saf would be so stoked.