94th Floor
I put my hand on the cold glass and stared at the Gary steel mills some 50 miles away. I panned back with my eyes to the city below me, the white horse 94 floors down waiting for the next rider. I felt like a bird, but in the end, it was my heart that was soaring high above. I looked at the magnificent sight all around. A smile poured across my face as I took it all in. I didn't want to leave, and in a way, part of me never did. Just thought I'd share. Have a wonderful night everyone. :-)