That’d be something. Reilly hadn’t ever seen snow or rain. It’s not like we had any of that on Mars. This was also his first trip to Earth. It’d gotten better since the majority of the population left. The forests were becoming massive, spreading over cities and towns. Mother Nature was taking back her world. Maybe one day humans could return here. Even if others did, I wouldn’t. My home was on Mars. It was nine hours of sitting in the ship and relaxing. Outlaw had been taking pilot lessons from Grim. He flew with the giant as his copilot via radio. Reilly and I sat staring out at Earth. It was beautiful from space. Blues, greens, wispy clouds, and snow-covered mountains. We passed the moon, which was still void of life. Long dead satellites whooshed by our ship. There was a storm forming over a huge land mass. We snuggled and watched it for as long as we could. The trip home was uneventful. Mars was just as we left it—recovering, hopeful. The moment we landed, I saw those red sand dunes and I smiled.
