1/19 Morning of ice crystals in Gothenburg, street lamps and stray car lights enough to make any of them light up bright, while tiny, like celestial objects. Sky only very reluctantly transitioning out of night as I drive the kids home to drop off their luggage, as I drive them to school and hug them good-bye. Inside a brightly lit corner window of one of the old city blocks the slender white metal beams of a dentist’s X-Ray apparatus, like some biologically inspired next-century piece of architecture, a miniscule detail in this morning I choose to remember for tonight when I get back into Manhattan. Likewise a swath of dark birds scattering across the sky and landing on wires like a painter’s gesture.