Strange, strange shadows this evening: sharp and long and very dark, slicing the brightly lit outside in zigzags.
The bigger birds and one squirrel didn’t care but the finches, titmice, and chickadees went home to bed, leaving the birdseed untouched from then on.
We drove through that weirdly semi-Decembery black and white light and went to Nina and Rod’s. Where old friends were gathering and looked at the eclipse with special goggles and chatted into the night.
And almost forgot to actually sing it. To a very good man: Happy Birthday, Rod!