“Heaven is a place above the clouds.”

Standing at the top of the Transamerica Pyramid, Ryan and I laughed out of disbelief from what was happening right in front of our eyes. After hours of attempts, we finally made it to the top of one of the most iconic buildings on the west coast. Holding onto a pole with a rope lassoed around it. I looked down onto a sea of clouds crashing below me as Ryan perched half of his body out of the small triangular shaped window I came out of. The wind roared as the sunlight illuminated the clouds below, turning to colors of orange and yellow. We didn't plan for this, but sometimes things happen just the way they are meant to be.