Chapter 6 - Super sonic flight

The sun had just begun to peek above the rolling plains – the wheat and sorghum crops were transformed into a blaze of yellow-gold as the sunlight bathed them. The farmers were beginning their morning chores, and Clark could hear the whirring of tractors being fired up – ready to meet the day of plowing, shearing, or towing.

As he flew over the fields, slowing from super-sonic speed, Clark allowed himself to take in the sights, sounds and smells that had been a constant in his younger days. They filled him with nostalgia, a longing for somewhat simpler times. Since when has my life ever been simple, though? Always trying to fit in, control my powers…keeping secrets. Whoever said 'youth is wasted on the young' should have walked a mile in my shoes.