And with that thin whisper of hope, Clark fell into a deep sleep, dreaming, as he sometimes did, of soaring high up in the sky over a sprawling metropolis, the Sun at his back and the wind in his hair.
This is my favorite part because I LOVE that he dreams of flying—as many of us do—but obvsiouly it means something so much more for him in his future…and the hint at metropolis too… GAH… just so beautiful and poetic!!
Sara
