And so the historic moment passes. No sun to watch, no neck to strain, no eye to blind. Just rain and grey clouds. And cold air that calls for warm sweater.
The morning couldn't have been more perfect.
Nothing beats waking up to rainy weather. Nothing. Not even 500year-cycle solar eclipses. Plus, I got to wear real layers on our Sunny Island.
Yes, sweaters count.
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