Volunteer Park Observation 10/15/2010

As I climb up the water tower, my legs feel as if they are going to give in as I take each step up the spiral staircase of rock and hard aged cement. As I let the weight of my body down with each leg on each step, I can hear a clear echo as if something responded. DOOM! doom. DOOM! doom. DOOM! doom. The walls are made of brick that have changed color over time. Orange, red, brown, black, and lighter and darker shades of each. At the top of the tower looking out of a black metal caged half circular window there is little to no activity. There is a 360 view of Seattle if you walk around the tower in a circle. When walking through the parking lot I pass a dented, rusty metal garbage can with a squirrel nibbling on a french fry. That was the closest that I have ever been to a squirrel. I stand there and observe. I walk closer. The squirrel eyeballs me as if to say "you better not!"