Plane taking off a runway just behind the hotel and Lake Hood. Paused my bike ride home to watch and marvel.

This window must be open, I said hopefully to myself as I lifted the yellowed blinds from the dusty glass. Shut tight. Light despair. I retreated carefully over the broadening pile of unpacked and unplaced items to my new bed where sleep alludes me, dismissed by the creaking feet overhead and the outer noises of city and train.

Night two in the new apartment: hopefully it will be filled with less half-awake dreams and more unconscious darkness.