Xpected Humility

18 stories above Folsom St. i look down with a silly idea of perspective.
Perspective on how it would feel like to fall/drop. The highest i've ever jumped off was 60ft from a cliff to the river, it was exhilarating. but 18 stories?
Usually family is told 'Cardiac Arrest' would come within 12 stories and the impact was a lifeless/brain dead pile of meat and bones. I can only imagine skull fragments forever stuck in between the spaces of the sidewalk.
Life would then go on as soon as the police tape and the clean up crew erase the incident within hours.
My mind races and my heart fluctuate as my imagination runs wilder... what if, as i fell i had one last experience of voyeurism looking threw a window for a fraction of a second and see a family newly entering a vacant room, placing its toiletries and clothing in the closet making a make shift home away from home in a forgin city, cant wait to ride the cable cars and visit the Pier with the smelly sea lions. It must be interesting working as a high rise window cleaner. The view, and constant struggle to stay alive, i bet they appreciate being alive every day they get off that platform.