“Outside: Prithvi. Still beautiful. Still generous. The yellow sun rising over the ocean, the twin moons setting in the west, the sky transitioning from the deep blue of night to the warm gold of morning with the specific enthusiasm that this star brought to: everything. Five years and the sunrise still made me: pause. Five years and the air still made me: breathe deliberately, filling my lungs with the atmosphere that my species had evolved to breathe and that no amount of familiarity could make: ordinary.”