The town below

  The city sleeps, but I don't mind.  I stand on top of the grassy hill overlooking the town below. Everything is so small. So unreal. Like a model town. A model town that turned off it's lights and went to bed. The wind blows my cape to the east. Should I venture off into that direction? Into the unknown? Or should I stay here and be vigilante? Answers don't come easy.  I find questions don't always either, but I find my curiosity outweighs anything else at times.  I journey on to the east. Down the mountain of a hill. The wind will carry me. The wind will guide me.