The scent of hot coffee fills the air in the streets of Glasgow. The door of Cafe Nero is swung wide open. “Should we go in?” My family and I exchange confident glances. Hand-in-hand we walk into the warm cafe, out of the eyes of the clouds who threatened to rain.
We ordered two hot chocolates and a cappuccino. We took a seat in three soft chairs by the window. Once our warm, marshmallow-covered treats were on the table, and we had documented the moment with photos, we dug into the delicious, creamy dream. We talked and laughed and enjoyed, sitting in Cafe Nero.
Photograph by Silvan Lupas
Today was the day the Moon stole the spotlight from the sun, but only for a mere moment. Yet everybody and everything notices. People crowded the roads, hoping to get a glimpse of the sun. The crickets chirped, as they only do at night. Dogs howled, firm noses pointed up toward the sun, who desperately attempted to shine past the Moon’s solid body. I took a deep breath of the suddenly cooler air and enjoyed the surprised dusk that felt misplaced in the middle of a hot summer afternoon.
How did you enjoy this tremendous spectacle?
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