Grampa sits at the window, gazing out at the stars. He’s not looking forward, to where we’re going, but rather he’s looking back: back to the home he left as a child; back to sunlight and rain; back to real grass and flowers you could actually touch and smell. Even if the Thelian Dawn finds a new planet to colonize, he knows it won’t be in his lifetime, so he holds tightly to his memories of Earth. He gets especially nostalgic this time of year in what he calls the “Holiday Season.” Continue reading →