"It has a way of putting things into perspective, if you stop to look back at Earth."

That became a bit of a stereotype by Miguel's time, but it was true. The planet you lived on, expanding endlessly in every direction, suddenly looked at from hundreds of thousands of miles away. It seemed rather small when it had a finite size. A blue marble called home.

"At least, the first few times it does, before you get sick of the orbital traffic." he adds.

Routine can eat away at any one thing to the point where all you can think about is finishing your business out in the great beyond and heading back home. Sitting by a fire though - that had yet to lose its luster, it seems.