Yes, the clouds are beautiful, and, yes, looking up is one way to remember the natural world when surrounded by this artificial one called a “city”. But, no, that’s not why I’m looking up.
My mother always told me I had an overactive imagination. My father, when around, would just snort.
I remember once, when visiting the city, seeing that blue streak across the sky and knowing exactly what I saw. It was him. I could tell.
Of course nobody believed me.
But I believed, and do to this day.
And right now we need a superhero more than ever.
Word count = 100
OK, I borrowed the title from a Laurie Anderson song…