Dew Drops, Deer, and a Four-leaf Clover

An Eclipse Recap and Seeing More than Before

Living in New York City for over twenty years, I’ve almost forgotten the smell, taste, and feel of darkness. Where I grew up in Ohio’s Amish country, darkness took on seasonal aromas: honeysuckle in the spring, fresh manure in the summer, wet leaves in the fall, and woodsmoke rising from fireplace chimneys in the winter. Warm, hot, cool, or cold, the ve…