I dreamed I was part of a mission to Mars.
Long, flowing landscapes of golden orange, grey, and tiny slivers of silver and blue.
I wanted to walk for days, for months, turning over stones, peeking beneath every ledge, peering into the deep valleys. I was as intersted in the shadows as I was the sunlit scapes and dunes.
I was the crew photographer, but reprimanded for not taking quality photos.
Too soon, we had to leave.
We stopped at the Moon on the return to Earth. Cold, barren, drab in contrast to Mars.
We stayed only for an afternoon.
I brought my lenses, but left the camera behind.
The adventure of a lifetime, come and gone.