One of the easiest yet least-heralded ways of viewing a solar eclipse is through the shadows that the sun casts – you can see little crescents on the ground when an eclipse or partial eclipse is happening. Along that same vein, the tell-tale sign that something was not right in the sky was the mid-morning sunlight that landed on this blanket and chaise in the attic.
It was amber in hue – the sort of deep, rich shade that usually only appears in summer sunsets at the end of hot days. Yet here it was, landing after being bent and battered by the smoky haze that was still carrying from fires in Canada. Another sign that the world was not quite right, and an acrid one at that, which I found out after stepping outside for a quick garden walk at lunch, only to be encountered by a heavy atmosphere of cough-inducing nastiness.
After a season of horrendous allergies, this is another setback to the start of summer. I am not here for this sort of atmospheric rollercoaster.
