James King

A New World

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. At ten miles above the Earth’s surface, my surroundings are only the infinite emptiness of the dark horizon, speckled by the celestial bodies. Behind me hangs the pale moon, catching me in its vast shadow. Far below, I can see the multitude of colors and shapes that form my home world’s surface. It is supremely beautiful although I never thought I would see it from this perspective. Being here now, is the achievement of a lifetime for me, but to be here hovering in space without the slightest support, suit, or other man-made apparatus is the crowning achievement of all humanity.