"Hello!..."
"HELLOOOOO!"
"Hi..."
They can't hear me on Earth. They can't see me either. From Luna there is only the most expansive silence I have ever witnessed. The only evidence that I am not alone in the universe comes from that little blue ball in the featureless wilderness, the one house standing in the middle of a black desert: Earth.
My smile fades as bewilderment gives way to a realization: they really can't hear me, or see me, or say "hi" back. I'm alone here.
I look back down at the gray, cratered landscape and start my run across its surface. The dust doesn't stir under my feet. Only when I intentionally kick the dirt does it move - and then only in a quiet slow motion. It lands but doesn't bounce or skitter. I leap as hard as I can. Here there is no sky, and my jump carries me so far. I could never jump hard enough to leave the Moon, but it scares me anyway.
An invisible, weak force is all that separates me from abyss. I imagine what it would be like if gravity stopped working. I would watch and cry and maybe even thrash about as I drifted into nothingness. I would go through the stages of grief before accepting the painful starvation that would follow. Fear keeps me from jumping again. I stop walking and look behind me. I cleared the entirety of a crater that I imagine is visible from Earth.
I wonder if someone saw me, and that hope fills me with such elation. What if someone with a telescope just witnessed a little bright red dot leap across that crater?
"Eeeee!" I squeal, unable to contain my excitement at the prospect. "Little red dot spotted on the moon!" I say out loud, "the papers would read."
I look back at Earth.
I wait for a response to the thought.
"HELLOOOOO!"
"Hi..."
They can't hear me on Earth. They can't see me either. From Luna there is only the most expansive silence I have ever witnessed. The only evidence that I am not alone in the universe comes from that little blue ball in the featureless wilderness, the one house standing in the middle of a black desert: Earth.
My smile fades as bewilderment gives way to a realization: they really can't hear me, or see me, or say "hi" back. I'm alone here.
I look back down at the gray, cratered landscape and start my run across its surface. The dust doesn't stir under my feet. Only when I intentionally kick the dirt does it move - and then only in a quiet slow motion. It lands but doesn't bounce or skitter. I leap as hard as I can. Here there is no sky, and my jump carries me so far. I could never jump hard enough to leave the Moon, but it scares me anyway.
An invisible, weak force is all that separates me from abyss. I imagine what it would be like if gravity stopped working. I would watch and cry and maybe even thrash about as I drifted into nothingness. I would go through the stages of grief before accepting the painful starvation that would follow. Fear keeps me from jumping again. I stop walking and look behind me. I cleared the entirety of a crater that I imagine is visible from Earth.
I wonder if someone saw me, and that hope fills me with such elation. What if someone with a telescope just witnessed a little bright red dot leap across that crater?
"Eeeee!" I squeal, unable to contain my excitement at the prospect. "Little red dot spotted on the moon!" I say out loud, "the papers would read."
I look back at Earth.
I wait for a response to the thought.
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