Moon landing

1969. Walk on the moon. Watching TV. Still watching, waiting for something more. Our lives have been in waiting since then. Doctors surgery.

Straight line through the plain of slaves. Jurassic outcrop shadows the dawn. Helsby. The oblivion bend, and then the Sun full on. Junction nine. The mechanical diggers raise fists to your departure. Chicken time. Hail Mary. Merging with the M6. Accelerate. Burn it all. Escape velocity. Do it.

Norway is no compromise. Tall and straight. No leeway.  All that is said leaves no corner to hide. All that is seen requires no description. The sea is blue cold and somehow that is enough.

Sleep that which you can find. Tomorrow will run around soon enough stumbling for footholds up into the day.

It is a gift, and a compassion that the reality of our lives are beyond our comprehension.