On the second day, Aris made his first mistake. He tried to describe it.
Not the silence of a room, but the vast, hollow, final silence of orbital insertion. Aris’s weight vanished. The straps that had been crushing his shoulders now held him from floating away. He looked out the porthole. The curve of the Earth was a gilded blue marble against the absolute black. He could see the Sahara, the spine of the Andes, the smear of a hurricane over the Pacific. journey 3 earth to the moon
And Aris stepped onto the Sea of Tranquility. On the second day, Aris made his first mistake