The sun blasted his eyes as he passed each level’s highly reflective windows. Tears streamed down his face, not of anguish or despair but the glare and rush of wind combined to torment his eyes like a ride on a chopper without a visor. Goggles would have been a good idea he thought but there could be an argument for over-planning. It wouldn’t have mattered at the top. There was no one to see that private moment but in the aftermath he would be unable to explain any oddities. Why had he done it? What must have driven him to it? These questions were inevitable and he was happy to leave them unanswered. But strangers standing around his mangled, exhausted body, distracted by the tinted goggles? Not the end he wanted. The view though – it must be..