
The weatherman laughed this morning as there was snowfall just before
dawn, but an expected high of 75 Fahrenheit. It was that time of the
year when everyone wore coats and shorts, sandals and mittens, it was
the changing of the seasons.
Neither hero was
laughing when they approached one another. Stepping onto that lightly
snowed ground, the blue clad hero met the eyes of the man flying down
on a ball of fire. He hovered over the ground, melting the thing ice
over the new green grass....