11.2 km/s

Since I'm now busy in an office from morning to evening, I find I have plenty of time to blog when I get home. Strange how that turns out. When you have all the time in the world, you have zero motivation to do anything with it. When you're forced to squeeze every free minute out of your schedule, suddenly, you're inspired!

A friend mentioned in passing that it seemed that I'd finally returned to the corporate world. I don't think I truly ever left. I'm sure that when Sputnik was soaring through space, it too thought it had slipped from Earth's grip once and for all. But the great funnel of gravitational suck that is the Earth wasn't through yet. Within three months, it had dragged the spunky little satellite low enough that it burnt up in the upper atmosphere.

Escape velocity is hard to achieve, especially when having attained separation, you realise just how cold space is.

A streak of light in the sky;
celestial debris coming home.
Wish upon a falling star.

God, I sound depressing! :-/