Eclipse fever hit! From North America to Europe, the sun played hide-and-seek. For some, it was a celestial blackout; for others, it was just a cosmic dimming.
Enthusiasts ventured far, armed with gadgets and gizmos, hearts pounding with the same rhythm of anticipation—months of planning for minutes of awe—or a flash of letdown. Either way, they’re now the keepers of stories, the weavers of celestial tales.
Then there were those for whom it was a mere quirk in an ordinary day—a glance up, a moment’s pause, and on with life.
What did you see? Your experience—whether it’s awe or just an “oh”—mirrors your investment. In wonder or passing, it’s your preparedness that paints the hue of the memory. The universe danced its ancient ballet, and your presence at the show defined its imprint on you. And the next one will be in more than two decades.
Is that not what life is?
