A full moon illuminates our oblivious escape.
The incandescent devil ignites our narrow path and pilots our parcel's placement terrorizing earth's landscape.
"I'll give you $180 for your wrist watch."
"You animal, this was my grandfather's Timex, I'll take $360 and a barter."
"$240, take it or leave it!"
The moon meanders for a moment, to contemplate whether to turn a full or half cycle. She settles on a little more than half a turn.
"Fine, I'll take $240, but you're gonna lose a few months."
"Deal! Tell January, November and December to piss off."
"Sold! Haha, you sucker, those cubes have been melting for decades anyways."
Mother Nature acts just like Human Nature; unforgiving and preposterous, when no one's looking. Little is never too late...