Moon

I flew pretty close to the moon, I felt as if I was dragging my
fingers through it's cold dust. Searching for pennies dropped by the
men that may or may not have made it there before I did.
Air was not important to me as I had taken a good deep breath as I left
the earth forty-five minutes before hand. Everything felt so right and
for once there could be nobody to drag me back towards earth with their
toil scarred fingers and their insistence on punctuality and sartorial
correctness. Oh,to dally awhile and to build impossible castles beside
the sea of tranquillity.
Amazing to think that life teemed on that blue flecked marble in my
eternal night time sky.
It all seemed so distant and immaterial... If I raised my hand, the
whole of human history and existence would be wiped out. No more.
Vanished and unmissed by the remaining local life form. How I wish that
the eagle had never landed.

The Moon can only be described as a frozen desert by those that have
never ventured there.
Rocks and arches, craters to dangle your feet in as you take in the
endless blackness that stops the stars from rolling together in an
unruly mess. A half hearted and playful jump can destroy any Olympic
athlete's best efforts. Rocks walking across vast plains, first
subjected to searing heat and then to deep, deep cold...making their
way to a predetermined meeting point where they hope to build a
mountainous brotherhood of stone.