The answer is that the wind never really dies, it just comes back 'round again anew.

Well said…

A few words waking to my first morning without gainful tasks, not retirement but reengagement with the tide, the wind, the soil, the tempo of life I recall from a thousand years ago, when I was a boy adventuring in the Maine woods, finding an abandoned Saab and making it my kingdom for the day.

I was there in this clip of a passage. Sitting there in t’ Wells laughing at you, then with you, realizing you’re trapped.

Good stuff, DT!

… the horror …

Well noted, thanks, BCG.

Certainly certainty was never that secure anyway… but you’ve captured the shock of its collapse well. Even when we know better, we put our faith and confidence in the edifice.

Well written, R. ✍️

#vss365 at number eight…. that’s nice… #bluesky is a nice place to write. ✍️

… a beautiful twist in the concept, “like no one is watching.” Well written, SC, well done.

Argh… is there anything so achingly slow and ploddingly deterministic as the speed of light? FTL travel? I’d settle for FTL communications. What the hell are those SkunkWorks nerds doing anyway; building faster missiles or just slicker ticker-tape machines?

#information #physics #bah

Sure, but who made YOU king then.

Gosh aren’t we old if we can casually quote that film!

Ah yes, #vss365. Strange people lying in ponds distributing daily prompts should be no basis for a writing system! But some how it all works. I mean, supreme creative power derives from a mandate from the masses, preferably one with quills, caffeine, and interestingly plumbed emotional damage.

Happy to help, Tim.

(But to which feature are you referring?)

Ship’s Log, AI Diagnostics:

Two senior ship’s officers detected exhibiting fleeting eye contact and irregular biometrics. Elevated heart rate, localized temperature rise. Unnecessary contact observed. No mission parameters breached. Yet.

#vss365
#h-null

She stood in the low red light of the bridge, the hum between us still there. Her hair drifted to crimson in the dark glow. A welcome sight; competent, deadly, and beautiful.

We had marked our boundaries with logic. Maybe that is what love is; an equation we pause before solving.

#vss365 #scifi

Firm reminders of the balances we must strike to live well in communities! Thanks for sharing. ~ Rick