The only time I can relax is when I’m up here where the air
is thin enough to breathe – the atmosphere at ground level is like hot soup.
Also, from a mile up, the planet is shrunk by distance. I
wasn’t warned about the size difference when I volunteered for this assignment
– perhaps the astronomers didn’t know. Although Xeb feigns nonchalance I know
she too is overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of everything, but being
comparatively small makes hitching a ride on a jet’s wing simple.
I am looking forward to Greenland – I believe that snow is
wonderfully cold.
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Edited to add; After four comments, three of which seem not to have understood my story, perhaps I should add that the narrator is a tiny alien from a cold planet!
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Edited to add; After four comments, three of which seem not to have understood my story, perhaps I should add that the narrator is a tiny alien from a cold planet!
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Another story prompted by a photograph posted on Rochelle's blog.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ Follow the link on there to read more.
Meanwhile, if you haven't looked before, and will excuse this shameless bit of advertising, see my post from last week about my apartment in Tenerife which is for sale.
