Bangkok sky

I look up a lot more when I've traveling. Or when I'm relaxed. I love the skyline, and those little, lasting details that garnish buildings. I hardly ever look up at home. I couldn't tell you what Sydney's skyline looks like. Not the city, it's hard not to recognise Centrepoint Tower punctuating the sky. No, the suburbs, the houses, the buildings, windowns, balconies, signs of how people live. The exception is Newtown, where the colour and life of the place occasionally grasps me on a Sunday afternoon, dragging my eyes up to the peeling pegs that line King Street.

Here, I look up and see a whole world. Poverty hangs like washing from the balcony. Faith spikes the muted blue sky. Wealth shines and flickers from giant billboards. Relaxed, wandering (occasionally running into people), looking up tells me where I truly am.