- 4:15 pm - Sat, Sep 17, 2011
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I had expected the Station to look like other dim and distant satellites I had seen at night, untwinkling gray dots keeping faith with the curvature of the Earth. Instead, it seemed close, closer even than the two-hundred and twenty mile stretch between me and it, a four-hour drive in a car on Earth, the distance to Minneapolis from my home. In a useless attempt at perspective, I had tried to imagine the line of that paved road anchored at my feet and lifted like a kite string up to the Station. On this morning, I kept the binoculars raised to it as it swept across the northern sky. When it peaked at thirty-three degrees above the horizon, I lowered my arms and watched it unaided, a star falling into morning.
Celestial Event by Susan Carol Hauser