What We Take With
With the final pull of the lever the capsule disembarked. It’s guidance rockets blasted it safely away from the mothership and towards the waiting planet. Onboard and suited up sat Reagan, who tried to heave a sigh of relief but just couldn’t work up the energy. Her choice to leave had not been easy and it had not come quick.
The launch process was always laborious but that wasn’t what kept her from moving quickly. It was the process of saying goodbye and granting closure. Some would have seen this as an opportunity to set off on a whole new adventure. But for Reagan it was an excruciating process of extracting herself.
She hadn’t realized how entwined she’d become with the others. How little she recognized herself, and the disappointment that she wasn’t happy with what she’d become. She’d entered those relationships willingly. And knowing what was possible, what was expected. But something changed and she wasn’t sure what.
Then they saw the moon.
They encountered new life.
And then Reagan knew what she wanted. She had an invitation to the adventure she sought.
She packed her capsule with the assistance of Marina, who always had a sly smile for Reagan and was the only one to not shed a tear directly. Abby ran the pre-flight and grumbled the entire time. Simone hid. Gabri played it all off as if it were completely normal, but Reagan caught him in the gym later working the bag with out gloves. His knuckles were bleeding.
Reagan wanted to try to make the others understand, to accept her choice. But she couldn’t. Their orbit was taking them away from her goal, and she had to remain. So she climbed aboard with a nod to those who’d gathered to see her off. Her helmet’s visor was down to hide her own tears but also her own doubt.
Today’s art is courtesy of Beeple from Charleston, USA.