Light at night.

Like a cloudy embryo embedded in a womb the moon stares through its shroud at the world.

Its bright light one-day will shine.

Giving hope to all who gaze upon its fresh-faced future of unending possibilities, we know there is hope left still.

I am here, but where am I?

What manner of sky is this?

Why is it dim with a shade of green, yellow and blue?

Where could I be if not home?

Could this be a random picture to fill in the blanks of a lack of pictures and stories?

No couldn’t be.

It must be something else.

There has to be something more to this back drop of surreal B-grade movie lens filtering.

Yes, it is all coming back to me. This is not a dream but a figment of my imagination. And what an imagination it must be…

It's not a bird or a plane!

Sitting atop my perch looking down at the world below.

Yeah that sounds like a good start.

I'm a superhero. That's right buddy, I'm a superhero.

I swing from trees and mate with bees. Er, wait I meant to say "swat the bees" (Cue: nervous laugh).

Hey, is that a park on top of a building? Wow, that's so cool. I wish I had one of those.

Sigh but the life of a superhero doesn't provide much in the way of money. It's all charity from the goodness from my own heart.

That being said, surely you'll understand when I swing down and swipe your lunch. After all, I am providing a service that keeps you safe from greater evils.

Oh, and while we're on the topic of lunch, please ensure you don't pack one with nuts and seafood. I'm allergic, thanks much.