Fiction Fragment

Gigantic, panoramic windows. Every passenger ship has them. The wellers like to look at the stars. Us spacers have teeny little ports near the docking controls. If we need visual, a camera is almost always much better than a naked eye through a pane. A camera doesn't add a fragile piercing to the hull either.

There they were, the wellers, staring at the stars. Not much to see, really. But I guess I am used to them. I used to say this with contempt, but I sun burned my tongue standing slack-jawed on Earth staring up at the sky. The baby blue just goes up for...well, all the way into space!