Planes, cranes & automobiles.

It was late; so late, it was early. We creeped around the site, like we did before, eyes on the prize. It looked as though they had replaced the fence around the scaffold, as it was harder to get over this time, so we kept walking around, looking for an easier way in.

Someone had left the gate open. We walked right in, crouching our way though the ladders and scaffold, following the edge of 15-foot cement walls, likely a loading dock-to-be. It was the border between remaining hidden and safe; the difference between being unseen, and completely exposed. We took deep breaths, and walked into the open, and over to the base of the crane. Anyone walking by could see us, but it was that perfect time of night/morning when nobody is awake. I looked up. It was doable, but halfway up, I had to stop and stay there. I blame a combination of too much coffee, beer and other consumables. I got scared. But we did it. Mostly.


See?


We. It's almost metaphoric to sneak into a new space, exploring gently and together, making sure not to make a stir, but rather learn to anticipate obstacles and learn to adapt and move past them. You get to the base of the crane, the tower which you have to climb to have a clearer view, to see your options and the literal/figurative 'lay of the land'. We did it together, climbing and observing, planning.

I'm being vague and I know it. I'll have big news this week, friends. I promise.

Sit tight. Love love, eli.