Sweat is pouring down the undersuit as I approach Hurston. The coolers are working overtime and merciless Stanton casts its rays through my
windshield. A few moments later I can see it: the shoreline slowly comes into view like a mirage in the desert. Turquoise waves clash against the barnacle covered rocks, sending shivers down my spine from excited anticipation.

Landing gear is out, I almost crash the ship with impatience, running towards the elevator. The helmet tossed aside, I feel the cooling sea breeze caressing my face on my way down. One foot in the water I hesitate for just one moment preparing myself for what’s about to happen. Then I run, I stumble, I fall down head first into the cool water and all the anxiety is washed away leaving nothing but peace and bliss.



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