It's the stairway I climb everyday. Just like life itself, it goes round and round and round in a never ending spiral.
Yet, every time I climb it in the morning, I don't actually see it the way I'm seeing it now. In the morning, I take it only one step at a time. All I see are the nearest steps before me, and the rails leading me to a slowly curving ascent, so slight and so gradual that I almost could not feel it. It's only upon looking down from the nth floor above that I get a glimpse of its shape below. Just like the series of days and nights that eventually form the seasons, and the seasons that gather into a year and the years that eventually form a lifetime, we hardly perceive them at first until we've gone a long way and we start looking back.