We watched from the roof. (There's always one in a group who's looking in the wrong direction. The cat not me.) Of course, it did take a while for the moon to pass across the face of the sun. There was plenty of time to look.
So I watched to see how others were reacting to the eclipse. The mourning dove who coos every morning was there. Cooing.
The chickadees were flittering through gardens like they always do.
A crow circled,
perched, and watched in the opposite direction of the eclipse.
A helicopter headed southwest.
The farmer never looked up from his work.
Neighbors watched from their windows. Or gathered on the street. A young man was at the edge of the fields. He didn't have glasses. I went down to share mine with him, the farmer and his wife, and passersby. I didn't think about taking photos of the eclipse. As an afterthought,
I took this one. It's me in an old broccoli field. With my back to the eclipse.
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