The new Lake on Mars has be mesmerised.
Its not so much the science more the science fiction that's sweeping through my mind whipping up fast eddies of new hope.
For some reason the thought of a large body of clear water on another planet close-by almost brings a tear to my eye, which is sort of fitting really. A martian tear so to speak.
What gleaming craft, what chromed propellers would glide through that crystal pool, piercing its untroubled surface and breaking through the icy crust like a marlin!
It is the stuff of dreams, where glacial waves lap shores of frosted Martian sand and the distant sun glints on the virgin sea, warming it's currents like an invitation to life.
But therein lies the rub readers. How do we enter such an ancient off-world lake without changing it forever?