On May 20, M. called to me from outside to see the eclipse; even as I heard his words, I noticed the late afternoon sunlight begin to darken–the change gave me a slightly creepy, yet exciting feeling.
Of course, we didn’t look at it directly. M. took out his magnifying glass, faced away from the sun, and watched the sun’s light eclipse on the surface of a white card.
I noticed the shadows around us changing under the big ancient oaks that surround our house. Suddenly the oak leaves transformed into tiny eclipses.
The usual afternoon glare on the shed door fragmented into thin cresents. that moved gently with the cooling breeze. For one long moment, we were reminded of our place in the sun.