Etch-A-Sketch

As I approach the city, the grayness begins to glow. Seattle appears in the night sky as more and more city lights come into view, a scribbly connect-the-dots drawing of window lights on buildings. When we turn off the highway, around the curve of the off-ramp, gravity tugs my bones, fatigue pushes through my body with a slow squeeze, and the spiraling galaxy skyline rotates to the back window. I wish I could stretch out on the seat, stretch until the tendons and ribs all disconnect from one another and drift apart like stars.