I am obsessed with stairs

The old ones or the new ones in terms of architecture. Especially the old ones, it's as if they where made with pure intentions of calling someone high above. To the grounds far from reach of a common person, to led you to heaven right here on the Earth itself.

I would describe stairs as hauntingly beautiful, some tell you about the place they will take you, others are just a mystery you must unravel yourself. Slowly, steadily and then all at ones you are somewhere far away, somewhere beautiful in it's own making.

Its unlikely to fall in love with the path more than the destination itself, but I do. Every single time, without fail.