Travel in Life

Catch the Moment

“Talk in eight.”

Tarin and Arion were already living on different days. The hours were the same. The names weren’t. Thirty hours? Thirty. Talk in eight. Eight.

Same Hours

The relay window opened at 0300, station time: forty minutes of line of sight to the southern coast, then silence until the orbit came around again.

Tarin was awake. The night side of Pelagos slid below, the storm belts flickering.

The pad buzzed once. Then waited.

When do you move to the new module?

Tomorrow. Restday.

In two days?

No. Tomorrow. You’re still on Fifthday.

And you’re already on Restday’s eve. You people and your invented mornings.

Same hours.

Different name.

Thirty hours?

Thirty.

Talk in eight.

Eight.

He set the pad down.

Below, morning was moving across the ocean toward the coast, a thin line of light.

The station crossed it going the other way.

WE&P by: EZorrillaMc&Co.