She smiled slightly at the question. “Not really,” she said. Then she looked out through the windows again, toward the water below. “There’s always something moving out there. Something to watch.” It wasn’t the answer we expected. But after standing up there for a while, it started to make sense. The tower never really felt empty. Between the shifting light, the wind moving around the structure, and the constant view outside, the space always felt active somehow.
Still, she admitted things had changed over the years. Maintaining the tower alone took more work than it used to. Cleaning. Repairs. Keeping everything in shape against the ocean air and coastal weather. And despite how comfortable the house felt— it was a lot of space for one person. She told us she’d started thinking about renting it out occasionally. Letting other people experience what it felt like to live above the city, even for a few days.
“Most people don’t understand it until they’re up here,” she said. And honestly, she was probably right. Because as we rode the elevator back down and stepped onto the sidewalk again, the city suddenly felt louder than it had before. We looked back up at the tower one last time.
And for the first time since seeing it, it no longer looked strange at all.