The sun shone, but without the comforting warmth we take for granted during summer. Shadows were still sharply defined, yet a weird feeling of gloom prevailed, despite only light cloud presence across the sky. A gentle breeze, usually welcome, brought a strange chill. Then the sky darkened further, as if a storm were imminent, although the clouds were no more dense. Now the breeze felt distinctly cold. I watched the sky carefully, taking photographs at intervals, and drinking tea. Then the trend reversed. The sky lightened. The breeze seemed warmer, as if the harmony of nature had been restored. The moon had moved on.
This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here: It is based on my own vivid memory of the solar eclipse in 1999.