Moony Monday

So often, I talk myself out of doing things. It’s too far, too expensive, too much effort. But on Monday, we spontaneously found ourselves riding our bikes to Billy Bishop chasing a flight to Montreal for the path of totality.

When the bright moon entirely eclipsed the sun in the dark sky, what we beheld left us utterly speechless and humbled. We sat frozen, agape.

We had to jog back to the airport to make our flight home. Out of breath, we cantered along Boulevard Bouchard. 

We felt young and full of life, holding hands, and laughing about our adventure. 

Inspired by this week’s Corpses’ reflections. Image from Google Maps.