Human Echoes Podcast

Dancing. Sometimes it looked like we were dancing. There was nothing for us to hear, we could not verbally communicate anything. And so we  watched each other. We watched each other dance. The slow motion twirls and spins. We found we couldn't speed up to reach anyone else, our only means of communication being found in glimpses when we managed to catch eye contact when our spinning matched up just right.  The planet below became the center of my vision. I closed my eyes for this. I always do. It lasts  for about an hour, until the blackness of space comes into view again. I sometimes imagine that  the planet below is one I've never seen before. That it's inhabitants did not send me and my  kind into the depths of space. Suspended in the shadow of the planet. Freezing. But even the burning of the veins of ice  creeping beneath my skin was relief compared to the hell that met us under the hateful glare of the sun. Leo was nearest to me, perhaps twenty feet away. He was still in his suit from the