Space
The smooth silky grey surface of the#moonseems to shimmer in the starlight. The lunar mountains and valleys appear to rise and fall all around me. If I look up into the abys, the distant glimmer of stars spreads through my suit encased body. The gleaming lunar shuttle that carried me caringly for four day as nights stands behind me, the once flaming and overawing engines are cooled, and the cockpit windows are spreading light in a shining arc around me. I turn around and I can see my planet. My lovely green and blue welcoming Earth. If I stare at it for a time, I notice is turning, slowly and powerfully on that great invisible axle.
The most shocking thing is the silence, overpowering every noise in this infinite expanse of space. For a while, I could hear the annoying crackly of the radio, like the distant buzzing of a bee, but eventually it gently fades away and is no more. The silence seems loud in my overcrowded head, and imaginary noises fill my ears. Someone calling my name. A cry for help. The sobbing of a child. I block it out, telling myself it is not possible, for in this expanse of nothingness there is only silence.
The smells are incomparative. You can only smell the government surplus disinfectant, and the faint whiff of sweat, from both present and past occupants of this tiny man made atmousfere. I long for the sweet smell of the countryside, and to smell the scent of homecoming.
The harsh reality of space is not for man to explore.
