Every morning I drive about 10 minutes from the Hotel to my workplace here in Ohio. On my exit from the highway there is a glowing burger king sign. A glowing round sign with the yellow buns and the red text across the front.
Before the seasonal change, when it was really dark and my mind was weak from lack of sleep – I would consistently be tricked into thinking that the Burger King sign, lofted and partially obscured behind the trees, was the moon.
This is not interesting at all, except that I think Burger King Moon would make a good album title.