We are sinking. Deliberately plummeting down the pressure gradient, Jules Verne eat your heart out because in this planet’s atmosphere twenty thousand leagues is nothing.
There are bands upon bands, and curdled curling stripes of ochres, creams and bitter reds. The vast red spot that has stormed on for aeons is thousands of miles away now, we have a safe descent window.
We leave the inky coolness of space and drop in our bubbles, leaving our stomachs behind in search of Jupiter pearls.
(word prompts from 19/07/2015 - HoW6)