Space

Finally in space. “Ship loaded, engines are hot.” You said once upon a time that the view from the earth was an illusion, and that the stars above merely reflections.

“I was preparing you for today, my son.” The day the moon bound ship would launch from the Bahamas. Bound for the stars, abound with glory and secret alien treats.

“Do you see the throttles so gold and the starboard points so clear?” In a blip to be shot into the stratosphere, all care washes away.

“Future now, future past, we are living, at last.”