Ah, June… Summer is at our doorstep, the days are (almost all of them) seeming to get a little bit longer, and for the second year in a row I am partaking in my daily blogging exercise, marginally focused along a theme I’ve simply called Those 30 posts in June. No planning. No writing stuff days ahead. Just this: each day a meanderingly vague prompt drives a meanderingly vague post… and today that post just happens to be:
June 7th // Something You Have Failed
It’s tough to write much about something you didn’t see.
I mean, I’d planned on watching this once-in-a-lifetime event. I’d marked it on my calendar. I followed a number of threads through various social media channels. I’d read up on photography techniques that might be applied on the cheap and looked at example photos from other solar photography collections. And I ordered ten pairs of eclipse glasses, perfect for staring at the sun for a vanishingly small dot moving across its bright surface, that were ready and waiting with me all day long.
But then, after a couple weeks of consistently clear skys and sunny weather, nature opted to provide us with a rain storm.
It rained here, most of the day long.
And there was not a glimpse of the sun — nor our neighborly planet Venus moving across its disc — all day long.
The next time such an event occurs, or so I’m told as I know neither the math nor physics to calculate it on my own, I will be well settled into my fifteenth decade of life… or more likely, not life.
So, my one-shot chance at witnessing such a thing — in fact, arguably most evey Edmontontonian’s opportunity — is gone and never to be had again.
Would I call that a failure? Maybe… a failure to experience something that my great-great grandchildren, if they every exist, might have the net chance to succeed at accomplishing. How philosophical is that?