EXPLORATION LOG 16 : Muddling Muses
19 Apr 2022Creamy Goodness III
17 - 04 - 22:58
Ninette found us a beautiful place to land last night. I was awoken by the starlight pouring through my little window and despite the lack of green, I could very well have been back home looking out over the meadow.
A nice place to rest that high G planet may have been, but I have somewhere over twenty five thousand light-years to cover and one is eager to get back. To say I have remained true to my purview in regards to Wiggys' map and log requests would be a stretch, but I do keep an eye on the FFS returns after the honk and investigate anything between the Rocky Ice and Gas Giant band. I'm also carful to check the anomalous signal range on the left too.
Still, every now and then, something interesting in the mundane catches ones eye. How could I possibly bypass this Gas Giant with a comically small ring that appeared to have slipped down. Answer, I couldn't. It looks like wearing a mini-skirt.
A little over one G keeps me down tonight, so it is time for me to say
Goodnight log.
18 - 04 - 23:06
One didn't have such a pleasant awakening this morning, more of the usual before muscle and bone retaining exercise and a healthy breakfast. Setting off into the black once more with my focus on covering distance, I was unprepared and delighted to find myself inside a mini-nebular of the most enchanting blue.
As with the big planet in a small skirt yesterday, one dose sometimes simply stumble upon one of the galaxies little oddities, on in this case, minor miracles. The urgency for home left me for a time and I was inspired to get my six-string out of the locker and enjoy the view while I strummed. The serene enveloping cloud, and weightlessness served well as my muse, and Ninette expertly put together a worthwhile tune from the hours of unguided playing the evening coaxed from my fingers.
I was hoping tonight’s bedding down planet would aid me with insperation for fitting words to the pair with tune, but I had written something soft, haunting even, and this world is the perfect opposite of that. Still, I do like a bit of metal, and this landscape is just screaming to be on an album cover. While I contemplate a rock number, I will say..
Goodnight log.