I always look up.

It’s just me. I look up at the sky and follow the contrails of planes heading to destinations that I’ve been or will go to.

I sometimes look down.

It’s just me. I’m just being sure that I’m on the path to where I’m going.

I sometimes wander.

It’s just me. I have no straight paths to my destination.

I’m always late.

It’s just me. I’m going to get there.