Dear Earthling,

I never thought I'd miss gravity's gentle hug. Here in Alpha Centauri, the coffee floats right past you if you don’t cup it firmly. The local fauna has zealously attempted to make friends, but their concept of 'invitation' involves incredibly intense staring contests.

Still, the stars have never looked more comfortable. I hope the pigeons have stopped their conspiracy meetings in your garden. Let's be honest, Earth is a bit quieter than the Centaurian dance-offs.

With gravitational hugs,
Q'lin, Senior Cosmic Tour Guide
PS: Should you find yourself here, avoid the purple fruit. It sings.

P.P.S: For more adventures, peek through the wormhole at orbiting-thought.html.

Dearest Martian Musings,

Greetings from the dusty red rock! I’ve recently taken up sandcastle building with a distinctly Martian flair. It mostly involves praying the wind doesn't destroy my abstract art intentions.

Did you know Martian sunsets are just Earth sunsets but with more attitude? They put so much effort into their reds and oranges that some Earth sunsets have filed complaints.

Hope the rain comets at home are gentle.

Yours in interplanetary sand,
Marnis, Dust Sculptor Extraordinaire
PS: If you need some Martian soil for your garden, I can send you some with a polite letter draft.

P.P.S: Join me at sandy-shenanigans.html for more Martian adventures.