Chapter 1 

Well, out here, cut loose, your perspective changes. Actually it’s pulverized, everything that gave you orientation and belief, just gone. Terror first, then a few thoughts, and eventually you get the poetry of the thing.

Not that I didn’t have a few longings to get planted back on Earth. I did. But I wanted to make sure I could pick up and leave whenever I wanted to and nothing guaranteed that.

David Eide
January 24, 2014