Looking At The Sun

The viewing area is full, but we’ve found a spot, put our eclipse viewing glasses on, and are ready for the show.

The sun goes from disc, to crescent, to sliver, to a few seconds of absence. The terrace outside the Natural History Museum goes silvery-gray, and a cheer goes up as darkness descends. 

I don’t know if it’s the beauty of an astronomical event, the fleeting moment of togetherness with millions of people, or just the fact that most of the people here will never see something like this again, but regardless, I’m crying as the sun slides back into view, and I keep my glasses on so I don’t have to explain.