The bond between a man and his fish is nothing short of spectacular. That's what I realized when John said we were "going for a ride" and took me aboard his spaceship last fall.
I'd never been to space before, but I've found that it's a lot like the ocean: a deep, dark vastness sweeping in with every push of the current. And as we drift further out to sea, home becomes smaller... and smaller... until it's nothing but a blue speck in a swelling black tide.
John sprinkles food in my bowl as he stares out the window, his forehead pressed against the glass, his eyes a black and shining reflection of the emptiness outside. The earth stands like a pinpoint in the dark.