Is there anything more delicious than doors flung wide open, and the fragrance of freshly washed clothes wafting in on a green-scented breeze?
And yes, inquisitive one — that flash of orange is my very own superhero costume. I slip those sassy dragonfly-printed trousers on and suddenly the volume dial controlling the worries of the world takes a sharp twist to the left. I summon my dragonfly powers on days like these, when impending work deadlines press in on my lungs, and then I know that I will be quite, quite alright.
What shape does your superhero costume take?