A few good women and men needed.

Preferably women, they seem to do a better job. That’s bias when you need it!

To rule and run the world.

To lead and inspire.

To teach, train and embue enthusiasm.

To be honest and have integrity.

To be worthy of the task.

Dressing the part.

Parting the waves would be easier.

The role this time was of president and warrior of the united conglomerate of inspirers.

A difficult position, a tough job.

But oh so rewarding!

Dribbling in simultaneous disdain and admiration, we entered the harbour.

Two lights, one green and one red, welcomed us.

A harbor shower cabin, a cocktail bar and Fred’s Almost There Shrimp Shack, greeted us.

We took photographs, recorded original songs and wrote poems.

Then we went into town.

Crunchy. Cautious. Bold.

Good heading for the article about food, a film, a set of winter tyres, or the one about a woman who accepts the challenge and becomes a super hero (that, not a Superhero).

This has not as you can see, been thoroughly fleshed out.

A work in progress.

For example is she “normal”, “ordinary” or “pre super hero”.

Is the food home-cooked, or the meal the bandit eats in a gleaming chrome-filled restaurant as he orders the job to be done.

Is there a car chase?

Lots to decide..

Equally balanced and rocking like a cradle in a tempest.

Boiling milk suddenly froths, rises and spills if allowed to go its own way.

The sound of roof tiles sitting on the roof is normally nothing. Unnoticeable.

But then….

Then things change, as they do!