4pm and on and rolling. Afternoons in suburbia. Passing concrete plains and rough muddy fields, parking lots the size of football fields in front of shopping malls of similar dimensions, and finally a forest of road signs next to outbound highways. Watching a cargo airplane cross sight, way up, red, yellow, and the skyline shrinking, disappearing in a dusty rear view mirror. Mode switching. Even though not yet being completely settled with things.