And as their hearts pound and they shiver in the stagnant cold they turn away, resigned.
30 September 2009
The City on the Moon
Sometimes in the middle of the long night a few will rise, and from their regolith waste they stare across the chasm into the face of that scarred planet and imagine--playfully as they dare--that they see some life sprouting like wisps of grass.
Posted by Michael Kaiser at 4:51 PM