I once went down to Brazil to see a total solar eclipse. For an hour everyone watched breathlessly, as the silhouette of the moon gradually ate into the sun – first biting off a little, and then finally swallowing it whole. Until four glorious minutes of totality when it felt as though we were in another world, with a strange alien light that bathed everything in eerie darkness. Then there was the second hour, when the sun gradually appeared again. But nobody cared, nobody was looking. The gradual march to normalcy went unheralded, unloved. January 2 is like that. And yet without it, how would we ever really be able to continue on, how would the new year ever truly happen?
We find this out, we find out everything.
Maybe the total eclipse of the sun, made them have a total eclipse of the heart.
Et hem:
“Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I’m only falling apart
There’s nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there’s only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart”
We could found the HUMS, a.k.a the Heralding Unheralded Moments Society