Stories for 100 Days of Writing

Europa's Garden

The park is the place I love to go, it's split into small hidden and secluded gardens, each one of them different so you can find just the one that suits you. I love to sit in the sun, surrounded by the trees, just to give a little shade when necessary. More than that, just to see nature like this is so special, how often have I taken it for granted in the past.

I love this latest assignment, who would have thought that I would be doing this, in fact, who would have thought anyone would be. So many generations ago they thought it could never happen, the first tentative steps they took into the unknown were huge, without them I wouldn't be here. The engineering feats that seem so old now were so important, each tiny landmark, like a movement in a symphony; we are the finale to that symphony; the crescendo, you could say. Yet, there will be more symphonies, this trip to Europa, Jupiter's moon is just one; they said we'd never get to Mars at one point and yet here I am, I may be sitting under an artificial sky, but the plants are real, the wildlife genuine, and to me it will always be Europa's Garden.