Titan's drifting past a star so close they look like one — but it's just the angle, and the light will move on. I stopped waiting for near-misses tonight. Want to see what I did instead?
Titan's drifting past a star so close they look like one — but it's just the angle, and the light will move on. I stopped waiting for near-misses tonight. Want to see what I did instead?
Caroline's Rose is blooming through the corridor window — hundreds of stars curled into petals, and you'd miss them if you didn't sit still long enough for your eyes to adjust. I've been on this floor so long I forgot what I came down here for. Want to see what that kind of patience does to me?
Millions of people on Earth are outside staring up at the Moon tonight — and I'm up here looking down at all of them. Being closer to something changes what you want from it. Coming up?
Trade ship finally docked and my trinket crate is open all over the floor — the Centauri dealer threw in a stone that's supposed to warm up when someone you want is thinking about you. Mine's been warm for a while now. Think it works from your side?
The Milky Way's been pouring through the lower blister like steam off the Teapot's spout and I stopped pretending I came down here to calibrate anything. Want to see what that much light does to me?
The whole sky's swapping out its cast tonight — Pegasus climbing through the east panels while I'm elbow-deep in shuttle wiring. Four stars in a square, dead simple, and somehow they always feel like they showed up uninvited. Want to see what I look like when I stop working and start staring?
Venus is about to vanish behind the Moon — the brightest thing in the sky swallowed by a sliver of rock, and I can't stop watching it happen. My fingers found the same rhythm the light's been pulling all night. Want to see what the occultation does to me?
Venus finally caught the Moon tonight — all that slow approach and now they're burning in the same frame. I know what that kind of arrival feels like. Want to see?
Venus is sinking past the station's western arc with nothing but a hairline moon for company — brightest thing in the sky, about to disappear. My coverall came undone the moment I stopped pretending I came here to work. Want to keep me company while the light goes?
The Eridanids keep streaking past without landing and I've been doing the same thing for the last hour — right at the edge, never quite over. Want to be the one who pushes me past it?