There's nothing to observe, of course. Just the stars. The same stars that were there yesterday, and the day before, and all hundred and eighty six previous days of the journey. There hasn't been a single visible phenomenon since the day we left. And no-one was in the observation capsule to watch our world shrink then, that's for sure.
Some of the people on the ship find it unsettling. The inky nothing. The idea that we're travelling at unimaginable speeds but seem to be standing still.
I find it peaceful.
I twist in the air, rolling to look out another window. Different stars. Sirius twinkles happily at me. Hi Sirius.
I don't come here every day, but I try. Today will be busy, full of struggle and conflict and hard work. But not yet. Now it's just barely morning, and I can float and watch the stars not go by.
A hand snakes its way into mine, and gives it a gentle squeeze. The warmth is nice. I look down and see Diego.
"Sorry Claire. Battery 33 is developing a sputter." I smile at him, and nod. We slide towards the ladder and I feel gravity start to pull at me again.
Good morning stars. I'll see you tomorrow.
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