The music is distant and tinny, today. My legs feel slow and ponderous and as though they could float away from the ground at any moment. Breathing is laboured and heavy. The connection doesn't always happen. Sometimes it will start this way, and then things will come right. But not always. It's possible to have a bad night. We shouldn't be too mean to ourselves. It doesn't mean we're going to be spending the rest of our lives dancing on the moon.
We'll be back to Earth tomorrow. Or if not then, the day after.
Apollo 11 was the first manned spacecraft to land on the moon.
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