It's 4 am. I am looking straight towards the ceiling willing myself to sleep. Every sound is louder than it should be. My thoughts grinding from one to the next. Resettting the internal clock from one time zone to the next seems impossible. There is no reset switch. No winding mechanism to be adjusted. At home falling asleep was easy. Eyes heavy, watching an un familiar movie on tv, it wasn't long before I slipped into my dreams. Morning came early. One AM. Two AM. Night became an endless void. Thoughts bounced around my head like a ping pong ball. I was doomed. I could hear the wind outside my hotel window, cold and angry. A cold front rolled in from the north. I would have walked the dark empty streets i hate the cold. I longed for a familiar surrounding, the warmth of my wife laying by my side, the familiar sounds of my home. There is comfort in anything familiar and perhaps the essence of that safety would ease the finely tuned gears of my internal clock. All I could do was dream. Move my mind from