I would have said something as I slipped the lid back into place. I usually do. Except sound doesn't travel through a vacuum. I looked around mentally gasping at the clarity of the stars and the sheer vast darkness of space, but not even that compared to what was behind me. The moon. I could have laughed. Eagerly, I clipped the Thermos to my belt flying closer, taking in the vast craters, volcanic seas, and sandy gray mountains. I had just flown past the sun line when a bright gold flash caught my attention. My jaw dropped.
In what seemed like an instant, I was hovering mere inches above the base of a LEM. Hesitantly, I reached out, brushing its gold foil surface with my fingertips. I probably, looked like the loser kids say I am, flying to and fro, oohing at litter and aahing at footprints. I couldn't care less. People had been here, smart and brave and doing what had never been done before.
The small vibrations I can feel through my watch warn me that Jazz is worried. If the Earth is small then, what are my own problems? No problems or worries seem important from the perspective of space, but the Earth seems fragile, needing to be protected. Carefully, I press my boot to the surface before I fly back through the portal with a smile on my face.
Inspired by In The Shadow of the Moon.