VIRevolution of Assumptions
High above the city, he glided, trimming his attitude with flicks of tail and dips of wings. The sight of this great city of Atlanta spread out below him was one he never ceased to appreciate, though he missed the open green of his country. Lights by their thousands twinkling like stars on a highly detailed blanket, cars moving in their hurried rows. The best part was the silence. Aside from the ruffle of the wind and the occasional passing aircraft, there was little noise up here. The constant hum and roar of traffic, the strident cries of horn and engine were absent here, or at least muted. One could think peacefully and simply enjoy the act of flying. Unfortunately, he had to get back to normal life. With eyes a hundred times sharper than human, especially a
