How I would summarize my experience with the eclipse is simply a sweltering build up of emotions leading to a downfall of bitter disappointment followed by anger towards a town that did nothing wrong. For several months, I listened as news stations broadcasted stories about how “A solar eclipse is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” and “When the moon covers the sun your life will be changed forever”. I watched the hype grow and cause a pandemic throughout the town as people rushed to find best viewing spots and throw money towards “collectible” t-shirts and paper glasses. I won't lie, I got swept up in the hype of the moment as well, hoping that this eclipse would be something truly magical. However, there was always a hint of doubt swirling
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Dark gray clouds shifted with unnatural slowness across the sky as rain cascaded in sheets. As tidal waves continued to drop from the sky, everyone's hope for a perfect viewing began to diminish. My mother and I sat for hours on the porch, waiting for the rain to slow, and after what felt like an eternity, it did. However, even though the rain lifted, the clouds did not. When totality neared I looked up to see black clouds swirling above the rooftops like malevolent angels raging across the sky. The sun sat content lounging away from view, I could only imagine the sun rays, glowing, as all light was consumed by the numerous shade of gray and …show more content…
I felt deceived by this town and its people who put St. Joseph on a pedestal. They made claims to be the best place for viewing when it turned out to be one of the worst. I was angry at the media for broadcasting. I was angry with stores for scamming money out of tourists. I was angry at the world but not letting this precious old lady view its wonder. I joined in on the mob of people online criticising this town for its disappointments, when deep inside I knew that had nothing to do with it. Nobody had hurt me but my own expectations. The truth behind it all is, I pretend to be a cynic, but in reality, I’m really just a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something I may never
Dark gray clouds shifted with unnatural slowness across the sky as rain cascaded in sheets. As tidal waves continued to drop from the sky, everyone's hope for a perfect viewing began to diminish. My mother and I sat for hours on the porch, waiting for the rain to slow, and after what felt like an eternity, it did. However, even though the rain lifted, the clouds did not. When totality neared I looked up to see black clouds swirling above the rooftops like malevolent angels raging across the sky. The sun sat content lounging away from view, I could only imagine the sun rays, glowing, as all light was consumed by the numerous shade of gray and …show more content…
I felt deceived by this town and its people who put St. Joseph on a pedestal. They made claims to be the best place for viewing when it turned out to be one of the worst. I was angry at the media for broadcasting. I was angry with stores for scamming money out of tourists. I was angry at the world but not letting this precious old lady view its wonder. I joined in on the mob of people online criticising this town for its disappointments, when deep inside I knew that had nothing to do with it. Nobody had hurt me but my own expectations. The truth behind it all is, I pretend to be a cynic, but in reality, I’m really just a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something I may never