Stairs. We trudge their boards daily. They are, however, more than necessary conveyance devices enabling you to go from level to level. On the contrary, stairs can be fluid, poetic gestures in the architectural landscape, waiting patiently to wisk you away. The act of ascending (or descending) stairs is really a vertical crossroads in the journey. Traversing to another viewpoint; a new perspective is added to the walk. Crawl atop to the catbird seat or lift the trapdoor and hide underneath the floor. Both are haunts of the voyeur. There you can observe, apart from life, yet a part of life. Invitation up or down bids you to a world yet undiscovered, or perhaps once known but forgotten. Either way, you are removed from the weighty familiarity of gravity and granted fresh sight. So seen, flights of stairs can become flights of fancy.