For your comparison, courtesy of Leinil Francis Yu.

For your comparison, courtesy of Leinil Francis Yu.

You thought about those days in winter when the humidity dropped and you didn’t feel like you were carrying the weight of some warm and invisible syrup on your skin as the sun evaporated all of the water on the ground from an earlier rain storm. Then it was time to open the front door and the glass door, and all of the windows in the apartment. A June breeze would funnel through, making Miami weather bearable while conversations were held in the open doorway or on the balcony. Patrick Stewart should play Professor X, and you would suggest Jack Nicholson for Wolverine after you had seen him in “Wolf.” Sometimes the discussions were held from bunk beds, with whoever held the top bunk at the time playing the mediator, adjudicating between two points. You remember the same questions being brought up on separate occasions, leading to the exact discussions. The responses were familiar, but still exciting. You thought about slightly different points to make. Perhaps. New directions with which to perpetuate that communion in the dark. That’s what mattered, though you weren’t conscious of it then. Yet didn’t those moments become dearer when you realized their rarity and inconstancy?

Can you see the Wolverine three young boys saw?

Can you see the Wolverine three young boys saw?

Perhaps you think about this whenever you find yourself in a group or setting that gives you that same feeling. That flow. Perhaps you look up from the panels on high gloss paper, begging Superman to hold that thought for just one moment so you may take it all in as you sit on the ground of a store or in a living room or whatever place is opportune.

Tomorrow will come, and what will you do then to commune? Will you run to a park with a bag full of comics and sit under a tree, or chase one another in the dark, past the swings with their foundations buried in the sand, through the bushes at the edge of the park, or behind the dumpster in the apartment building across the street?

Are you too old for that now? Are you not?

Then tell me, how will you commune while the humidity index climbs and you open  your windows to let the air in?

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