And I pondered from above looking down. Those street lights illuminating terrestrial movement in the dark hours of night, appearing like capillaries pulsating similarly to the blood flowing through my own. From above, I witness the life below, from below they may look up knowing that I’m alive because they seem me tangibly. Capillaries are everywhere. Roots and limbs, arteries, rivers and trickles of flowing life everywhere I look. From above I can see life everywhere. How far above before I just fade away into the darkness like a streetlight illuminating extraterrestrial movements I pondered from above looking down.