It takes a while to learn, this breathing trick.
Sucking in the air through molasses. 
Thick and gloopy, and not at all satisfying.  

We take it in turns, going outside, adapting, training our bodies. Training our lungs to this new atmosphere. 
This brave new world.

 It’s a relief, sometimes, to go walking in the soup.
Breaking up the monotony of just sitting there, 
staring at the coms screen, willing it to life. 

The tension inside the capsule is building under the combined weight of our fears. So I relish the walk outside, under the more quantifiable weight of this world’s gravity.

Alone, but breathing.