November.
Cloudless and windless.
The quickest stars to shine,
The most enthused,
Appear above the mountains.
A lonely cow.
Takes the seat of opportunity,
Clasp the joystick of redemption,
Flicks bitter buttons of bad times.
Seizing the bull by the horns,
As they say.
Gas - check,
Oxygen - check,
Navigation - check,
Gravity - check,
Water - check,
Pressure - check,
Altimeter - check,
Radar - check,
Comms - check,
Grass - check,
A thumb. A wink.
'So long, world.
I'm mooooving away.'
