The costume shop is on the other side of the city, but it's not like that's an inconvenience for me. Once more, I appreciate not having to drive or ride anywhere anymore if I don't want to. As long as it's not raining, I like flying, the one unquestionably positive adjustment to my life that these powers have brought. Flying above everyone makes me feel... not so insignificant. I understand, from that position, how some people with powers start indulging in rampant egotism, seeing everyone else as inferior just because they don't have powers. But then I look up, and see the others flying higher, faster, beautiful and with amazing costumes, and realize that I'm not so different from those below. There's still someone higher up than me. Oh, I could ascend to a higher altitude, fly at the same heights as the greats who fly above, inscrutable at so great a distance, but I wouldn't really be one of them.
I shake my head and come back to earth, figuratively speaking. I don’t want to sparrow against a window, so I need to keep my mind on where I’m going and what I’m doing. It’s not that I’m worried about hurting myself because, after all, when you throw a rock at glass, it’s not the rock that gets hurt. I don’t want to end up cited for a hit-and-run against a whole building. I have an hour after work before the costume store closes, and I really don’t need to get held up.