October 2, 2012
I ANCHORED MY foot between two rigid plasma coils, took a few moments to relax, shake it out, and clear my mind. I stretched my senses as far as they’d reach, and felt the solar wind streak my face and tousle my hair. I was a cool sunspot. I was the whipcrack release of plume and flare; but gentle now, like a creek finding its way to sea over stones and mossy logs. I eased my foot loose, and was gently lifted and settled with the tide. The Sun was silent but for my exhalation, and a distant, lapping plash.