The moon. I love the colors. Brown, gray, brown... I would spend more time there if it weren't so dang cold all the time. Nothing much to retain the thermodynamic energy, I guess. It's quiet, too. A silence like you've never heard. I lay naked in the dust, and let the perpetual storm of typically-microscopic meteorites perforate my skin. The "big" ones burn like hot needles -- the small ones tend to itch a little (if you feel them at all). Random space dust, but it travels at fifty-thousand miles per hour. I suppose it's only a matter of time before a big rock passes clean through. Gray, brown... And black. The sky is so clear. A darkness like you've never seen, even during the day. And no one around for miles. Peculiar indeed that I should meet a woman there -- on the moon. Imagine the odds. She was naked too. But just as we were about to kiss, a meteorite -- roughly the size of a grain of sand -- pierced her skull. Given the particle's velocity, her head virtually exploded, and she slumped against me. Cold.