Chasing the dark

Finally seeing totality

On August 21, 2017, I woke up at 5 am to my small son patting my face with his hands. He always did this when he was little, woke early then toddled into the room to find me. He’d pat my face and I’d crawl out of bed and scoop him up into my arms. Together, we’d go downstairs, and I’d make coffee with him — him pressing the lid of the coffee maker close…