An Easter well spent
Being surrounded by the constant hustle and bustle of Metropolis nearly made me forget how tranquil Smallville can be. It seems like one of those idyllic places that appear to be untouched by what takes place in the world around it. Which can be both a good and a bad thing, depending upon how you look at it. Nothing in life is ever perfect and at times the realization of the fact is nothing short of striking for those so accustomed to a utopian ideal.
Despite my teasing, I can see why Clark loves it there. It grants him some peace, a rarity most of the time given how disasters-both natural and otherwise-habitually spring up. I'm more than glad that we went.
Although I could have done without being reduced to a near-comatose state in the morning until Clark called in a few favors to the gods of freshly brewed coffee. While acting far too amused for his own good. I blame my condition wholly upon the quiet and relaxing atmosphere of the Kent household. That and it's easier to get the proverbial good night's rest when you have the chirping of crickets-rather than the sounds of traffic and occasional police sirens-to lull to you to sleep.
For all its flaws, I'm happy to be home. With digging to do and a deadline to meet, time is as always, against me. Rather than hindering me, it makes me all the more determined to see that what I need is not only done, but to be sure I am going beyond what is simply necessary to do the best work possible.
Despite my teasing, I can see why Clark loves it there. It grants him some peace, a rarity most of the time given how disasters-both natural and otherwise-habitually spring up. I'm more than glad that we went.
Although I could have done without being reduced to a near-comatose state in the morning until Clark called in a few favors to the gods of freshly brewed coffee. While acting far too amused for his own good. I blame my condition wholly upon the quiet and relaxing atmosphere of the Kent household. That and it's easier to get the proverbial good night's rest when you have the chirping of crickets-rather than the sounds of traffic and occasional police sirens-to lull to you to sleep.
For all its flaws, I'm happy to be home. With digging to do and a deadline to meet, time is as always, against me. Rather than hindering me, it makes me all the more determined to see that what I need is not only done, but to be sure I am going beyond what is simply necessary to do the best work possible.