The Seventh Moon of Saturn

Leaving a domicile, heading down through the balmy air, hazy with orange and gray mist, to the gently lapping shores of a briny lake, the strolls through the atmosphere of the Seventh Moon of Saturn has inspiring moments.

Not cold, not warm, the day just is. Sitting in the sand lets one watch the critters flutter about their world running their lives. Battles are waged with squawks pecks, while the top predator sails above it all, hunting the shoals of water prey, dive-bombing regularly.

It's all pretty spectacular, even when the air taste like something other than salt and the sky is blotted with dense clouds.



Sometimes it just makes me see us out on a weird rock, rotating around a remote outpost.