The blackness of the night was fought off by 
the dim orbs anchored about me, as well as 
by the not-quite full moon high in the sky. 

The light breeze that danced across my 
skin was cool enough to invigorate, but not 
so cold to startle me into a fit of shivering. 

Everything fell just the right way to allow 
me to clench firmly onto the belief that 
not only could I alone withstand a head-on 
collision with a quarter-scale pick-up, but 
I would also surely send it flying backwards 
from my superhuman inertia.