It's life, Jim...

Watching the International Space Station pass silently overhead is a wonderful thing. I don't know why it makes me feel so good, but it does.
Is it the notion of solitude, of separation from this crazy place? Is it admiration for the work of the engineers, the scientists? Or something else?

A flashback to sitting on the floor as a young lad, the whole infant school watching the grainy, flickering image of Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon on what must have been a 20-inch black and white screen. It was our telly. My Dad had bought it to school. This meant I was a pretty popular kid, for a few days.

This tiny but bright object, arcing through the heavens. At 28000 km/h. With people on board. Wow.

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