I was walking down the street to my local coffee shop. When I looked up and, notice a man climbing a sky scraper, I first thought the building is a little dusty today. Then realized he has no equipment. That is a very unprofessional window cleaner. As I kept my eyes on him I noticed him climbing the building like Spiderman. One hand after another, like he had gule on his fingers. Moving so gracefully up the building with the expression of it is beautiful today. Was the elevator broken? Had he lost the diamond ring on the ledge and taken matters into his own hands? It could be the drugs all the kids are on today. Whatever it is made me realize I am as uncoordinated as an infant beginning to walk. The last time I walked up a building was on a flight of stairs and stumbled on the first step. My ankle had been swollen for a decade. Forget the helicopters when someone decides to jump to there death. He would be amazed by the sheer's determination of someone putting his own life on the line to stop them from jumping. His hand stuck to the building every grasp, and he moved like a spider crawling up the building. The only thing he is missing is a safety net when he falls to his death. His face focused with confidence and the muscles in his forearms showed his strength. I just didn't understand why he was dressed like a student late for class. I was pretty sure he was missing a lecture from his college professor. He climbed the building fast. He was almost very robotic. Just afraid of the eagle attacking him, the closer he got to the nest as he scaled the building. It seems dangerous. Why would anyone climb a building? Then I looked down and saw his friend recording him and cheering him on. It dawned on me that he was going to earn so much respect and acknowledgment from beautiful women when he reached the top. Until twenty cop cars showed up ready to arrest him.