I spend most of my time out in the garage. I can be loud at all hours, and it doesn’t disturb anyone. It also means that each night I have to walk back from the garage to the house to go to sleep. It can’t be more than a hundred yards, and lasts under thirty seconds, but every time I take that walk I think about being somewhere else. I get to look up at the sky after staring at a page or a screen for hours. I’m pretty familiar with where the constellations sit above the trees at various times of the night. I’m probably at the point where I could ballpark the time just by looking up. I imagine that instead of walking to my house, that I have no destination, and I’m on the side of a road somewhere just as quiet as my neighborhood. And all there is to do is to walk until I feel like stopping.