Pen-Trilouist

Scene: A rocket ship containing two astronauts re-entering the earth’s atmosphere after a lunar orbit of 6 days. A technical difficulty with the lunar aircraft leads to circumstance’s beyond everyone’s control.

Amidst, strapped in. Now learning to react when gasping for lack of oxygen. I hope I see home again. Not too many have shared this scene. Hearing de-tuned frequencies, an Astronaut symphony.

Come in, Mission Control. We’re losing pressure and propulsion. I don’t know if I can but I’ll aim for the ocean. The clouds aren’t paying attention. Last second thoughts fail to mention that the Earth looks so pretty on the burning return to the city.

Our fate is not in the stars but in ourselves. This is our free-fall zodiac. Please keep your telescope’s attached. Please.

And everything that’s warm stays cold to the touch. What a handsome skyline torch. We’re way off course but it doesn’t even matter. It could’ve been so much worse. And everything has changed in the last 6 days.