The sun rising over the Earth is one of the most beautiful things she's ever seen. She floats in the capsule, one arm hooked around the support bar, watching as the fiery star peeks over the horizon of her home, lighting the crescent edge of the world on fire, slowly taking the land back from the shadow, inch by inch, mountain range by mountain ( Read more... )

If I still my breathing, I think I'll be able to hear beyond the lub-dub of my heart. I take a breath and hold it and imagine the quiet, soft whoosh as blood courses through my veins and arteries. It is an ebb and flow of a tide not controlled by the brilliant moon above me, one that is more blindingly clear than I've ever seen ( Read more... )