I stepped out from work at just the right time. It looked as though a rounded chunk of the sun was being shorn off. It was touching that a viewing party was visible right there in my sight-line. How many other such parties, cascading across the earth, followed this accident of perspective as it moved through space, in an event worthwhile only because it was so coincidental? No doubt the oohs and aahs were uttered in a predicatble wave from east to west as the event unfolded.
I’ll be present, mentally, tomorrow when the Philae lander touches down on a comet for the first time. And I’ll see (if it’s not overcast) the Taurid meteor shower peak in a couple of days. Hopefully the skies will dump all the snow they can muster on Monday to allow for clear viewing on Wednesday.
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