Welcome back to our home planet Major
Tim, a well-earned rest now after the rigours of your travel. Dispensing with
suction hoses for clearing your bowels will be a great boon of course—once more
the thrills of gravity are yours. Otherwise the smell of the ground down here
was missed? Yes, check Major Timmy, the dirty old brown ground, who would have
thought. Re-acquaintance with wind and weather generally bringing joy? Perhaps
the passage of the seasons? Check again Major Tim, easily under-estimated. And
no more temp. controlled packaged food delivered from afar back on terra firma
hey, this blessed watery planet of our forebears. What about picking some fruit
from a tree branch perchance, one in the wilds untended and carrying hidden
birds, fair chance. How would that be? Vegies from a garden open to the sky,
rooted in the earth our mother? A treat awaits the hero, food for his soul. In
Singapore we thought of him constantly up there out of sight, following through
the outer darkness every step of the way. Heartily welcome, it must be beyond
wonderful to have finally escaped the dazzling void.
NB. British astronaut Tim Peake recently
returned to earth after six months on the International Space Station.
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