Returning To Earth

Footfalls to the floor, the bed unlatching still sleeping bones. The duvet smells of stale dreams. Make a fist of the mind, November is not for the weak. Cold windowpanes knuckle a tap tapping chill. 10 minutes away coffee finally. Imagine the sky, don't look at it yet, the sun has yet to break some surface ice above it. Its going to be sunny but cold, no other planet in the solar system can do this. I5 minute to touch down and a few giant steps.