We gathered in Prospect Park impromptu. Some people sat in lawn chairs, others reclined on blankets, a few kept an eye on their dogs, while most of us just stood quietly and stared.The occasional obscuring clouds did not dissuade us.

It was not the birds, trees, or ray’s of sun that enticed us as they often do, but rather darkness emphasizing the moon’s eclipse, free from distracting glares.

We were transfixed on the orb’s evolving phases in a single night’s sky.