BlackBird, Fly

 Approaching Sep. Jully fish. One of the most stunning ceature in the world. 

Elegent, quiet, and secret.

Starting from July, things get more ineresting. Kurt, Annie, and my family in SF. 

Busying being a driver, and a pilot. Hope I'm considered a good host. 

Well, they left. 

My scheduled time is approaching. The line is ahead. It's a sensitive moment. 

These months here define who I am. More exactly how good I am. 

Being a pilot is the very job I long for. And studying in the US is one of the bonus. 

From the little desire to a loaded gun. The shot is meant to be made. 

I'm here, and I've walked this far.

I mean, as a traveller, I should cherish every fresh moment. Indeed I do. 

Those things I've done, and those people I've met. 

They're writing my story.