October 1, 2012
WHAT NO ONE tells you about walking on the Sun is that it’s loud as hell. By stepping very carefully, as I have conditioned myself to do, I can avoid the worst of the heat and other radiations, gravity and plasma. I have to walk very slowly and pay constant attention, or the show’s over. And this vicious wind, this screaming maelstrom of magnetism and particles, they just have it in for me. I have to lean into them every second, never letting up, never pausing to take in the view, never unclenching a muscle. My teeth are on edge!