Watched the eclipse for about an hour, from as soon as I got home from my last choir rehearsal at St. John the Divine to about ten minutes ago. As the light of
the moon grew smaller, it reminded me of the butter melting in the pot for the Rice Krispie Treats I made today. But unlike the butter, it never fully went
away. There was one spot, at about 11 o’clock on the face of the moon, that remained the whole time. It dimmed, but was always there.
I’m sure there is some profound point I could make about hope always remaining, or I could quote Winston Churchill (“Never give, never give up, never, never,
never!”)…but I won’t.
It was just cool to be able to watch it on a pleasant spring night in Houston.