Boxing on the rooftops

I just moved into a fairly raw warehouse space and there is access to a giant backyard of rooftops where I can practice boxing routines on. It's gravel covered and I can whip around up here with complete privacy and loss of all self consciousness.

The south side is a constant whizzing of cars on the freeway pass. The droning sounds are calming and energizing as I whip through kicks, punches and blocks and undercuts.

There's a gorgeous backdrop of giant billboards and hills lit up with millions of twinkly lit residential lights. One of the billboards is a light up Coca Cola sign which is mesmerizing and oddly beautiful to watch. It's private, it's dark and I love it. My belts of short heavy breathing seems to match the rhythm of the city up here. I feel very in tune doing this.