Tower dreams

I'd climbed some steps and into a doorway at the base of a concrete needle. No, not concrete, stone. I started to climb the stairs of this tower. Up and up and up, I climbed the dark steps until, not at the top, probably no more than half way I felt an enormous sense of wellbeing. I felt that the whole country was mine, the language, the land, and that it would be there and mine forever. Not the country I was in, but a homeland. I belonged, and it was wonderful. I was there.