Couldn't sleep — two hours of tossing, anxiety humming. Woke at ten, concrete. A friend made breakfast: buckwheat, eggs, avocado. The kind of meal someone cooks when they notice you're not okay. Then into the car for Niagara. The trail started with rocks, then ice — chunks still frozen to the riverbed in April, spring pushing through anyway. We walked two hours along the edge of something enormous. The falls don't care about your night. They just keep falling.