The smile didn't fade one bit at Bruce's feigned grumbling. "The sun is the best part!" He turned his face up towards the sky, eyes closing. It was strange, it wasn't just the warmth from the rays that he could feel, but ... something else as well. Clark's powers came from the yellow rays of the bright star, fueling his strength and speed. But beyond that, he'd always thought that he could feel the energy from the light filling him. It couldn't be explained, and Bruce might even scoff at the notion.
But standing here now, in the sweet, spring scented air of Smallville, Clark felt a familiar tingle from the sun. Opening his eyes, he look over the fece. "Not bad," he said, gently pulling on a post. "This should keep the goats and sheep from getting into Ma's private gardens. Not the gophers, though, but Ma gives them a pass."
Crouching, he touched the grass, and chuckled. "I can hear a few scuttling around underneath us. I think we're near a den."