Journey Into Deep Time

An nice little antique tale from the desk of Styro.

Pre-Departure
September 12th- At the current time, I’m sitting at home, reading. Next morning we set off, and with all the necessary packing achieved, it’s a joy to simply spend the night with a thought-provoking book. The tome at present is The Voyage of the Beagle (I must admit, quite an inspiration for this very journal), a very satisfying read indeed.

I find it difficult to let go of books such as these. They snatch you at page one and never loosen their grip. Many a time have I sat over a book till the first slivers of dawn emerged from the horizon. Of course, this is a habit I might need to break tonight, for tomorrow’s rise must be early if I wish to be there on time. But thankfully I have been known to sleep little and wake refreshed.

Mittens, the frog, is singing. It’s lovely to just rest a while and let the cheerful chorus fill your mind. His tank sits on a shelf directly next to my bedroom chair, where I read. He’s nocturnal, so after emerging from his daytime hideout of a pot at sunset, he greets me with a flurry of singing and swimming. The aquatic habitat he resides in also quite calming to look at; the scene is peaceful and relaxing.

Despite my recreation tomorrow’s events are pressing in on my conscience. I know that it will work---I have no doubt of that---but the resulting sights it will present are what makes me restless. The unprecedented scientific breakthrough is a formidable topic and hard to wrap your head around. I have also been constantly fretting that I have not prepared adequately, but now I am confident that whatever I may have possibly missed, the others will have ready.

Tonight will likely bring a wealth of fantastical dreams about the upcoming journey. And I will savor them when they come, for they may be the first true glimpses into the world of time travel.

In progress