Some days, having superpowers is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Some days, it’s this symphony of regret; wondering how you ended up where you did, and wishing you could go back and . . .
Some days, it’s just one thing after another – every one of those things – chasing AFTER you . . .
And some days, all the superpowers in the world just don’t seem to be of much use. That’s when you take off the mask and the cape, put away the toys and the weapons, and just – you know – be present.
I’m in the cave. Present. Waiting for the bat signal.