That was my first thought, at least. In fact, it was a moth. It smiled as it flew away, and then I started to see new roads.
Offramps headed into the sky. I took an interorbit up to the moon and stopped at a motel in the Mare Imbrium to chill out.
"Got bit by a moth, too?" asked the gas station attendant with a friendly sympathy.
Anyone want moon magnets? Or little globes? Or those, uh, whaddya callem?