From Space to Thurrock
Everything is all far away.
I am cold and alone, but feel crowded in beauty. Colourful lights in pitch blackness surround me. My name is Hubble. Distant galaxies are within my view.
I hear the twinkle of the North Star. I follow it. As I do so, the atmosphere gets colder and colder. I'm looking towards Saturn's rings. Ice whizzing past at various speeds all different sizes. What is in the distance behind Saturn? A quick flicker of light fascinates me. A comet! There it is again.
Being a Space Telescope is hard work, you know. Every day of the year, 24 hours a day, I wait for a spectacular moment to pass me by, and take a quick snapshot of it. I get no sleep as I cannot miss anything in space. Some sights make me sad. Black holes, star deaths, ancient collisions.
The sound of meteors brushing past me, missing me by inches, gives me chills.
Sometimes I wish I could visit all the bright and fascinating things instead of staying millions of miles away, spinning round the same planet over and over again.
But this wonderful planet floating right beneath me is Earth, where I was made. No one can ever take away my love for this place. Sometimes I look at the land and the ocean, and at the creations of humankind.
I listen to the hum of people going about their daily lives, and I send them shimmering pictures from the beauty of Space.
From writing by students of St Clere's School
I am cold and alone, but feel crowded in beauty. Colourful lights in pitch blackness surround me. My name is Hubble. Distant galaxies are within my view.
I hear the twinkle of the North Star. I follow it. As I do so, the atmosphere gets colder and colder. I'm looking towards Saturn's rings. Ice whizzing past at various speeds all different sizes. What is in the distance behind Saturn? A quick flicker of light fascinates me. A comet! There it is again.
Being a Space Telescope is hard work, you know. Every day of the year, 24 hours a day, I wait for a spectacular moment to pass me by, and take a quick snapshot of it. I get no sleep as I cannot miss anything in space. Some sights make me sad. Black holes, star deaths, ancient collisions.
The sound of meteors brushing past me, missing me by inches, gives me chills.
Sometimes I wish I could visit all the bright and fascinating things instead of staying millions of miles away, spinning round the same planet over and over again.
But this wonderful planet floating right beneath me is Earth, where I was made. No one can ever take away my love for this place. Sometimes I look at the land and the ocean, and at the creations of humankind.
I listen to the hum of people going about their daily lives, and I send them shimmering pictures from the beauty of Space.
From writing by students of St Clere's School