The news today is good. We all wait - we all pass the time in our usual ways, but our minds are deep in space, full of visions of the ringed planet. We take photographs of everything: the trees, the streets, the clouds... of everything. Nothing seems to small, or insignificant. At night we watch the moon intently, trying to memorise the details, that we might describe them to our grandchildren, should things work out. Or will we, thirty years (earth years) from now, sat watching the setting rings, be forced to listen to the disrespectful shouts of young men: "HEY, OLD EARTHIES!"? Their children will forget us, dismiss our moonmaps as the imaginative work of a primitive society.(c) Dominic Rivron 2000
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