Like a Moth, by Michael Buckingham Gray

He climbs over the beams and planks that litter the construction site. Then disappears into a concrete shell. Runs up the stairs. Stops. And gasps at the top. Presses against a board that covers the doorway. Sunlight creeps in. He grins. Pushes again, and the board collapses. He steps out and jogs towards a nearby crane. Clambers on top. Reaches for the boom and climbs up it. The wind buzzes in his ears and the sky turns black. He raises his head. And stares at the stars blinking above.