A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
From within the dystopian world we live, I find myself dreaming of a better future.
I watch the quiet recharge, observing myself from a distance, even as I game. A weekend passes. I’m better for it.
A short story, a message to myself, found again by accident. Written a year ago. It is a message of hope, written in an uncertain time.
On reaching a milestone, today, I share the briefest of notes. How I got here, and what it means. Half a year of sobriety.
Thoughts, unbidden, arise. Driven by circumstance, I ask: who are we, and were are we going?
A silent need, unspoken even to myself, fills my thoughts as I drift to sleep.
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
Here we go, again. Time to see what surprises are in store. Time to pick up the dice and give them a shake.
It is a new decade. The next loop around our star has begun. Where to go from here?