The geese in the park are protected, so the grass and sidewalks are covered in goose shit pellets.
Sometimes they get aggressive.
Sometimes they talk in human voices.
Sometimes when I walk into my house, there is an odor, but only for one breath. A perfume that is gone once it enters my lungs. Someone was there before me, and left no other messages.
Sometimes, when I walk the bike path, the trees bend inward towards me.
The trees are silent; unable to speak except through their leanings and the musical rustle of their leaves.
Sometimes, I hear the geese flying overhead at twilight. They talk in human voices.
The sky turns dark without warning.
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.
–Victor Hugo, poet, author, and dramatist
I bet a fun thing would be to go way back in time to where there was going to be an eclipse and tell the cave men, “If I have come to destroy you, may the sun be blotted out from the sky.” Just then the eclipse would start, and they’d probably try to kill you or something, but then you could explain about the rotation of the moon and all, and everyone would get a good laugh.
–Jack Handy, comedian
In a way, staring into a computer screen is like staring into an eclipse. It’s brilliant and you don’t realize the damage until its too late.
–Bruce Sterling, author
- Image: Ancient Peruvians Worshipping the Eclipse, Leonard de Selva, Corbis
It is too bright to think of darkness, so I’m sharing some more of my favourite cartoons!
In homage to the prompt of the day: