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Finally - Sky Tree / 23 September 2013

Last chance this visit and the day dawns sunny, with a blue sky and a hint of haze. My visit to Sky Tree is going ahead.

We take the metro, just one change and we are soon at the SkyTree stop which is several floors above ground. It feels strange to take the elevator down to ground level. 
The lower levels of Sky Tree are full of shops, restaurants, greenery and outside spaces. Up on the forth floor we get our 'pre-booking' tickets which inform us we can come back in approx two hours time to buy tickets.
We look around outside, decide to investigate what is available and have some food. The food hall is very crowded. Getting a table seems impossible and the queues to order are rather long. We end up with crepes, mine is chocolate and banana, and we try to be somewhere out of the way to eat them. Instantly a young food hall employee bids us follow her. She clears a reserved table and we sit to eat. The chocolate is beginning to drip from the bottom of my paper-wrapped, rolled up crepe-cone, so I'm most grateful.

Two o'clock and there is a very long queue to buy tickets. We head for it and are intercepted. There is fast-tracking for wheelborne people (while I'm on the subject, today's count was four adults and two teenagers plus at least half a dozen other disabled people, some deaf), so without any delay we purchase tickets and are escorted to the lift. 
At 634 metres, this is the tallest tower in the world and the second tallest structure.
There are viewing platforms on three floors.

The view is mesmerising. Tokyo as far as the eye can see - disappearing into a distant haze. I am struck by how much green there is and how much water. The very few straight lines are comparatively short stretches of road or rail. Tokyo looks organic, diverse and homogenous. 
I spend an hour just looking. Looking at this creation containing so much life; so many hopes and dreams and put together on such a fragile portion of this amazing blue dot that we all call home.

There is a lift for wheelborne adults and children to ascend to the top platform. I'm eager for the experience, the top platform is a spiral slope climbing the final five metres, adding to the drama. Typical of Japanese ramped pathways, this one levels out frequently with small flat areas that allow me to take in the view in comfort.
I stop where the sun gleams a golden path over rooftops, sparkles on metal specs of car rooves and bounces from the rail in front of me into my face. Stop and feel very special.
Sky Tree casts a long shadow, I wonder what it is like to live under it. Once again I'm going to miss this fascinating place.

The charm and despair confuse me.
The longing to be close, just close
to the people who hold my heart
would anchor me, yet the distance
will always seek me out, draw me away,
break me apart in conflict of needing.
I whisper names, recall voices, dream
of other skin; the lure of distance
paused while I dream of forever.
Bask in the momentary embrace of love.