Long ago, before the world had cooled, the moon flew out of the earth. Eons it spun around the earth and the sun, until it was perfectly round. And I have been waiting an hour now for a bus on the outskirts of town. Maybe this bus doesn't run anymore, or maybe the schedule is wrong. Walking is out of the question from here; it's raining and my youth is gone. Long ago, before the world had cooled, the moon flew out of the earth...