Studying the Legends

I hitched a lift home aboard the evening tram tucked inside a commuter's scarf, marching straight into the study as the city quieted down. Under the amber glow of the desk lamp lay an open graphic novel, its glossy pages alive with classic superhero lore. Even at fifty-eight, a seasoned operative never stops studying tactical technique! I paced across the polished walnut, planted my flipper feet beside a solid brass paperweight, and leaned close over the colored panels. The illustrated champion was executing an aerial vault with a magnificent crimson cape billowing in the wind. I smoothed my own cape, checking his trajectory against my experience. Flawless execution. This veteran still knows great form when he sees it!