Although my knees are shot, they’re still drawn to this staircase aching to ascend. The steps are not the view, that’s true, but nothing gets me there like they do: one at a time, well placed, a little effort each foot up, plus the magic-marvel of walking higher into a space otherwise completely closed to me but for this structure built long before my making. Back and forth stairs and legs call and respond in harmony, both attuned to ascension; and although my knees are shot achingly they step and step and are stepped up towards a full-on, flow-out, fear-free panorama where all is seen for miles around so beautifully together.