I set off on walk when once I awoke from a sleepless day dream where I met other organisms on my private planet. One thought struck me. If I make this shot in the trash can, the probe will have arrived in perfect order. Space ice. It all comes down to this. I miss as I had nothing to throw at my in-brain trash can.
I kept walking, looking at the purple sky, now mixed with orange as the sun was setting. I admire this planet; trees as tall as mountains, grass as green as the trees. With flowers galore, all a different colour, colours I didn't know existed. I was a haven, a place like the garden of Eden. I kept walking. On and on. Until the sun had set leaving the sky a deep dark purple void.
