Are men from mars? Then what's with mother earth? Stupid book titles? All wrong. But tonight we sit under the Southern Californian sky with Mars glowing and showing all she's got in her optimal viewing position from earth [~] at least for th next several thousand years. I'd like to say it's her. Not him. She's so bright, glowing, gleaming and glorious. Even touchable. Ready and right here. To be loved. As I cast my gaze on the sky her reddish orange seduces. She's the only beauty in the sky tonight. We all want her. We all need her. As she yearns for our attention. It's a mars party. For you. Me. And everyone.