The vast gray regolith is like a virgin canvas, ready for the artist. It has been preparing for this moment for a long time. Bearing the asteroid impacts and enduring the space radiations.
I take a moment to savor the serene landscape. Up in the dark sky, the blue marble gazes lovingly. Hoping for a masterpiece that the future generations will ultimately deliver.
Beyond, many more globes await. Cold and distant, hot and gassy. Patient for their turn in the colossal scheme of the things.
I descend slowly and put my left foot down. The land sighs. And the artwork begins.