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Then:

My father took me out late in the evening, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the breeze. He laid his arm about my shoulders, and pointed up at the silver glowing moon. "We went there, once."

"Someday, we will again."

Now:

The grey surface floats up to meet me. I feel the ship’s feet touch the ground, the shaking of the engines fade away. A bulb burns steady on my board. "Contact light."

My voice feels thick in my throat, and I have to cough to clear it before I can finish my report:

"Aquila has landed."

Current Mood: contemplative
Crossposts: http://huinesoron.livejournal.com/160009.html

Right now, Venus and Mars are hanging out together in the night sky; Venus in particular is gloriously bright at dusk (I can see it while the sky's still blue), and Mars pops in when it gets dark. They're in the general vicinity of the moon right now, making it even easier to find them.

But... all I can think whenever I see them is: "Ooh! If I was randomly dropped somewhere on the Earth's surface, I bet I could use them to figure out my approximate latitude!"

I may be very sad.

(Have remembered what to do with journals: stuff them full of whatever springs to mind. Not for me the long detailed posts about my life - no, I shall flood the datastreams with fluff!)