From the 3026 desk
Every neighborhood gets a spaceport eventually. Ours got one early.
In 2022 we landed here. The garage door had twenty windows, and with the lights on behind them it looked like the side of a ship. On Halloween 2025 somebody filed a flight plan, and the street has been a port of call ever since.
A thousand years on, the door is a listed landmark and the banner over it has outlasted three governments and a comet. Ships still come in low over the hill. The neighbors still wave, and we still wave back.
— the Spaceport house
