The man got out of his bed and put on his dark green robe, brushed his teeth, and slid on his watch. The robe had been a present from his wife a few years before and it had had muddied stripes down the sides as to make the whole robe look like the rows of a vineyard. He slowly creaked his way down the carpeted stairs and reached his front door. The man turned his wrist to check his watch. The paper should be in the yard by now he thought to himself. Opening the door he met a biting breeze that smelled of the pines surrounding his house. Quickly now he strode across the stiffened grass. Each one of his steps crunching into the ground as if he was walking on fresh salad.

The sun rose up over the distant horizon and set the rocks on fire. The once cold brown faces of the huge cliffs quickly became a scorching orange that seemed to blaze as a second son on the surface of the Earth. Soon the desert floors colors began to appear more vividly and it seemed like the surface of the barren planet mars.