Update!! Many annoyed thanks to WordPress AI and Grammarly that changed my post spelling of the name of an angel, and attempted to change my sentence structure to be more inclusive, diverse, and woke.
Like everyone on the planet today, Momo and I positioned our lawn chairs on the back lawn, donned our cheesy sunglasses, and waited for the big show. The full eclipse crept up on us as we sat and watched the sky turn to a color I had never seen. The clouds swirled in circles, the stars appeared, and our little piece of real estate plunged into semi-darkness for a few minutes. The birds roosted, the dogs barked, and we waited for the sound to come from the heavens. It was quiet. Gabriel did not blow the trumpets, and the angles did not swoop down from the heavens as we had hoped. If there was ever a period in the life of this planet that needed divine intervention, it was this moment. I guess God will make us wait until the next eclipse, or maybe he will surprise us with a quick visit. Soon, I hope. We don’t need a celestial event as an excuse, but it would have been a really big show.
Notes From The Cactus Patch 