Birds

[Eugene Watson VIII]

Earlier today they moved the racks
over to the old engine room. We
need more space for LAPS VII, the
last parts arrived a few days ago.
Everyone is in a good mood now,

even the guy from the mechanics
team. I took the chance to leave the
station for the first time since when?

The mountains made me feel light,
happy and small, I stood at the north
barrier for an infinite time watching
the sun) slowly painting shadowy
landscapes, in total silence.

This morning I found a note on the
fridge door: Selling longboard and a
cabin near the beach! LOL!; someone
added: Idiot, to it.

Currently there is a lot of tension here, rumors
spreading about a severe saf
ety issue.
If you’d ask me, it is definitely
not a good idea to roll back now
since we are so close. I just wish it
would stop raining...

Sometimes I wonder if they were
creating all this a long long time ago
with us in mind or if it is just one of
these strange coincidences. Unlike
Miller I tend to be a more down to
earth person, besides occasional
moments of doubt that everyone
must experience here at some
point, especially in those long dark
winter nights. We are all getting a bit
irrational from time to time.

The storm is finally over, the sky wild
and exhausted. We went up to the
observatory and the gods were with
us. They gave us the most beautiful
rainbow I’ve ever seen.

I closed my eyes and cried.