The roofline tells the city’s story

I was driving through a town this morning and noticed how the rooftops leaned in different directions—some sharp, some sagging, some all angles like broken teeth. It wasn’t just architecture; it felt like the city was breathing. I kept thinking: what if we read buildings the way farmers read the sky? Not for weather, but for memory. The diesel price rose again today—$1.87 a liter. I didn’t care. I was watching a crow land on a chimney that hadn’t been touched in years, and suddenly it felt like something important had settled.