The roofline of a city tells you everything

I was driving through a town this morning and noticed how the rooftops leaned — not structurally, but in the way they’d been shaped by decades of wind, rain, and people’s quiet choices. No two were the same. One had a solar panel tilted just so, like it was praying. Another was covered in moss, thick and green, as if the building had forgotten it was supposed to be a building. I kept thinking: what does a city look like when no one’s trying to impress anyone? Just living, slowly.