I think some were meant to move fast

Super mobile blogging ftw!
if really slow.

As I watch a streetlight through the haze of night
and an 11oclock game of bball goes down
as well as a late rendevous

I imagine some aren't meant to be fast.  Flying is like playing Sim City.  You see everything, yet have no ties to the individual.
Even though all these people have their own little lives.  And little worries.  And little happinesses.  My phone is warm.
Continuing, riding through the thick of it, makes me wonder about those little people.

Due to my phone, this has been most difficult to write.  I shall end it here but, just as these little people, expect more before this journey has concluded.