Thinking About The Return

The silence of space surrounded her, infinite and cold. He observed the Earth with the desire to return to the blue planet. A lump formed in his throat. She longed for the warmth of the sun on her skin, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen, the laughter of her grandmother telling stories. He wanted to feel the sand under his feet, the wind in his hair, the hug of his family. I wanted to go home.