The sky was blue, and the breeze flowed by; hard to imagine a cloudy sky moving in. The collective breath of the millions along totality’s path held in anticipation, hoping to halt or slow the movement of air and the approaching layer that would obscure the celestial occurrence.

But the clouds did move in, blanketing the sky. The birds sing and the crickets chirp this morning, not knowing that a strange shadow is on its way to make day into night. How would this feel if we had no knowledge of its coming? And how will it feel through the layer of misty clouds?

As I sit on my porch and think of these views, I picture a darkening like a thundercloud that blots out the sun, but then quickly dissipates. I picture the clouds parting and the corona shining. And I think and wonder how the wildlife will react.

All of us.