When people fly to the moon

When people fly to the moon I want to be there.

Streams of humans soaring like supermen way up into space.

Destination: moon.

A network of inter-connected pods would be created, enabling everyone to live, work and play on the lunar surface.

This network would grow rapidly to include areas dedicated to crop cultivation, and others used purely for recreation.

It’s likely new sports would emerge; activities designed to capitalise on our zero gravity environs.

Slow motion three-D rugby would be good.

And imagine the potential for space Frisbee.

Vertical golf?

Our technologies would develop at speeds previously unknown.

And it wouldn’t be long before we colonised other bodies.

Perhaps Mars would be next.

Though the challenge of establishing a presence further afield would be intriguing too.

Somewhere like Enceladus.

Almost a billion miles away.

Just picture circling around Saturn, marvelling at the mass migration of the other sixty-one moons twisting their way around those magnificent rings of dust and ice.

Saturn is my favourite planet.

But knowing that there are perhaps thousands of billions of alternatives out there makes my brain ache with awe.