The other night I was practicing the drums, and once I was done the first thing I saw was a huge half moon. It was low to the horizon so I knew I had to hurry (since I left my camera at home. Argh). I grabbed my camera and headed out of town to get a clear picture. By the time I got to where there were no obstructions, the moon had already disappeared below the horizon.
I decided to keep going down Holiday Hill Road, and was glad I did. On the side of the road was a piece of tire that was on fire (I couldn’t figure out how to say that without making it rhyme.).