The inside outside

Cancellations abound. The regular lull is exceeding its pin. Lobe of tree, stop tucking in, lobe of sky also tucking in. On the scale of easy? Why or why not. Here or there. You either go or you don't go. You either spool up or let the day drag behind you. You are so fast. Who are you to be so fast? (speed is to height is to depth? Note to self to look that up.)