His feet left feeling his body´s weight, the air started to break throught his hair like the water falling heavily in a
shower. He kept his eyes closed while his clothes were flapping and the wind keep slipping thru his face. ascending and
ascending he went on, knowing that was his body the source of the energy keeping him flying. The wind was no more felt up
and down but in front of himself, caressing him. Opening up his eyes, with the realization that his body was not going up,
because he´d wanted it so. His brain tried to register every thing he saw and how it was seen but even the mind of a newborn
couldn´t be able to stand such a view and feeling of fullness. Surrounded by the sky, under the stars of SmallVille, this was
the first time he was not alone, understanding that this was his place. "... I came from the sky, this is my place..."
Said this, his body leaned forward slowly, until he was almost horizontal, a smile in his lips, and in a completely clear
night, nobody understood the origin of that thunder who was the last son of Kripton starting his first flight, breaking the air,
crying in the sense of being one with the sky, contemplating from up above the earth whom never asked for him but welcome it
with open arms in the Kent´s home. In a second were crossing his mind all the memories of his life to be a second later One melted with the infinity of sky, splittin out the wheatfields, descending and ascending spinning , with his right fist
in front of himself, sometimes both arms but nothing more enjoyable that putting them at his sides with his view hidden from the
forthcoming... just the wind, the sky and Kal-El
shower. He kept his eyes closed while his clothes were flapping and the wind keep slipping thru his face. ascending and
ascending he went on, knowing that was his body the source of the energy keeping him flying. The wind was no more felt up
and down but in front of himself, caressing him. Opening up his eyes, with the realization that his body was not going up,
because he´d wanted it so. His brain tried to register every thing he saw and how it was seen but even the mind of a newborn
couldn´t be able to stand such a view and feeling of fullness. Surrounded by the sky, under the stars of SmallVille, this was
the first time he was not alone, understanding that this was his place. "... I came from the sky, this is my place..."
Said this, his body leaned forward slowly, until he was almost horizontal, a smile in his lips, and in a completely clear
night, nobody understood the origin of that thunder who was the last son of Kripton starting his first flight, breaking the air,
crying in the sense of being one with the sky, contemplating from up above the earth whom never asked for him but welcome it
with open arms in the Kent´s home. In a second were crossing his mind all the memories of his life to be a second later One melted with the infinity of sky, splittin out the wheatfields, descending and ascending spinning , with his right fist
in front of himself, sometimes both arms but nothing more enjoyable that putting them at his sides with his view hidden from the
forthcoming... just the wind, the sky and Kal-El