Alex glanced around at the other windows and saw students at various stages of unpacking, their voices and music and sometimes laughter spilling out onto campus, and for the first time, he truly felt like he was away at college.
Alex’s eyes returned to the floating luggage and this time traced the line to its origin: a silver Honda parked in the shade of one of the sodded covers in the upperclassman lot. Its owner stood just to the side, eyes fixed on what used to be the contents of his car.
Now we've got something to work with. There's life to this writing. And the chain of events makes a lot more sense: head down, spots a shadow, sees the luggage, looks up and notices all the other students.
Once that first paragraph gets a little more love, this thing's good to go.