At our local maximum moment, I was standing on the corner beside a postal worker who had a cyber-stack of sunglasses but not eclipse glasses proper, so we passed my ISO-certified pair back and forth to watch the sun fine itself down to a rind of hot hunter's moon and commiserated on the celestial mechanics that would keep us out of the path of another solar eclipse for thirty-five years unless we traveled for it. 93% moon-shadowed sun produced the strange smoked light I remembered from seven years ago, the chorus of confused birds twittering including the dawn-notes of mourning doves. The quad behind us was filled with Tufts students eclipse-bathing. I wore my garum T-shirt for the immemorial occasion.
( And dream I'm writing the sky with joy. )
I returned home to find my secondhand first edition of Theodore Strauss' Moonrise (1946) had arrived in library-worthy condition, illustrated endpapers and all. I had never seen a picture of the author. He looked like he could have been modeling for his own protagonist. Hestia immediately did her best to assume ownership of the new object on my desk by lying down on it. I have heard from both my father and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks that their northward quests after the corona were successful.
( And dream I'm writing the sky with joy. )
I returned home to find my secondhand first edition of Theodore Strauss' Moonrise (1946) had arrived in library-worthy condition, illustrated endpapers and all. I had never seen a picture of the author. He looked like he could have been modeling for his own protagonist. Hestia immediately did her best to assume ownership of the new object on my desk by lying down on it. I have heard from both my father and
rushthatspeaks that their northward quests after the corona were successful.
