Two Astronauts (Space Station Repair)

Here it comes, that sun again.

What time is it?

Nearly midnight, EST.

Say, that's so bright.

Visors down.

Reporting in: all panels tight.
Power's flowing. Heading home.

Looking good. Alright, begin.

Another sunset. Way too fast.

In this orbit, that won't last.

I miss mornings back on Earth.

I miss walking, for what it's worth.

Two Astronauts (Space Station Repair) © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 22, 2019