Earth, imaged by the Russian Elektro-L satellite in Feb. 2011.
Meteor shower, 1883
I was on a space station which orbited the earth not too far from the moon. It was clean, white and spacious, though smaller than an average house overall. It had gravity (though at some point I realised it shouldn’t) and dark blue carpeting. At the moment, I was being directed by a female voice over the intercom to choose one of the watch stations, which were two small protrusions from the ship, windowed alcoves with a chair in them. One faced towards the earth, the other towards the moon. I went to the earth one first and stood there, noticing that someone was already sitting in the chair. Then I went too the moon one, where the air was colder and it was empty. So I settled myself down with a notebook and a pen, intending to write.
However, I found myself looking at the pitted surface of the moon, which filled my vision. Odd colours appeared on the white surface. I couldn’t see anything but the battered and strangely colourful skin of the moon and it made me happy and left me in awe.