"Searing Storm" (Entry 537)

It was the day after the news broke.

Heading our way.

Hot wind in this cold land.

No way for us to leave.

Barricaded windows,

Set our stores 

to the centre of the cabin

and waited.

Might be the lucky ones.

No idea how the packed ice of millennia

would react when it hit.

The hot wind. The searing storm.

World turned on the axis,

changing weather patterns and tides.

Even altering magnetic compass itself.

We waited.

Fearing to speak,

thinking our breath would invite.

Vast three figure mileage tornado to join the silent air.

More than a tornado, more than a storm,

formed from boiling desert temperatures 

whipping razor sharp sand shards into the air,

building, expanding, 

grabbing with greed everything it touches.

Bringing it towards us.

We waited.

We had no idea how the rest of the world had faired.

Communications collapsed.

So we prepared, worried, joked, mourned and waited.

We waited.

"Prelude to a Fantasy Life" (Entry 536)

He stood on parapet,

staring out at verdant rolling meadows.

Farm workers plower fields, the start of the season.

He sighed as he turned to look beyond the cliffs

to see the sparkling surging sea.

Glistening azure as the sun rose on this day.

He love this country.

His country.

Commanded all he could view and beyond

to the green deep oceans that lapped his island.

A jewel which would have never existed,

if he hadn’t been born.

"Coast Road" (Entry 438)

Drive the coat road. 

A signature scrawled. 

Bend beyond bend. 

Chiseled melt of sand belt 

Against soothing moving vast potion of ocean. 

To drive, to see,

For, I am home. 

My place to be. 

Single lanes of dipping, slipping, Tarmac'd heat. 

Overtaking, sliding, squeaking on leather seat. 

This slick grey snake slinks 

from north to south, south to north,

As sun slices and sinks beyond 

the ebb and flow of expanse burst forth. 

To drive, to see. 

For, I am home. 

My place to be. 

My place to be. 

"Balmy Ideas" (Entry 383)

Balmy day. 

Mechanical breeze whipped through the dome. 

Light shone to create tropical warmth. 

Always a balmy day inside the dome. 

Constant temperature inside the Hawaiian Dome. 

Or to ski. 

A control suit - airlock - surface shuttle - airlock away. 

In the Alps Dome. 

Oh, to wish. 

But how she wished...

She wished....

Look up from the Moon to Earth. 

To experience the real lands,

And mountains, and cities,

But mainly the oceans. 

For all her home pod,

Hawaiian Dome,

Offered with artificial surf reef and pools. 

There was no expanse of ocean,

To dive, to explore, to surf, 

To sail away. 

To be with the animals. 

Oh, how she wished to see animals for real. 

She sighed as she saw the blue of Earth. 

"One day, I'll get there. I know I will.

The thought of being there with all that diversity. 

The wonders!

To get beyond the Moon. 

To walk the land and swim the seas. 

It's a leap, I know,

But one day,

I will step upon the Earth!"