Drunk on the view

I became trapped at a friend's birthday party last night - snared by the view from his 11th storey balcony.

It's been so long since I had a room with a view.
I forgot how beautiful Winnipeg is when you rise just a few metres and look out over the elm tree canopy.
I forgot the strange mix of contemplation and voyeurism from looking down at people-shaped ants.
I forgot the tickle of danger from standing by the edge.
I wonder how much our physical position impacts how we think. When we're raised up, buried deep down, wandering far away - do our thoughts match our predicaments?