Sara stumbled on the steep road; John quickly steadied her. Reaching the hilltop slightly later than usual, they found their favorite spot. Birds whistled nearby as the dazzling disc rose slowly against the red east, bathing everything in bright light.
“The sunrise will be blue there, right?” Sara tried sounding casual, but her hands clenched the old wooden seat.
“Yeah, and the sun will be whitish…smallish.”
“Right! But we’ll get used to it, won’t we?” She turned to meet his eyes, leaning closer.
They sat quietly, savoring their last sunrise from Earth, before the upcoming one way trip to Mars.