They found the darkest possible spot, that night in the spring of 1997. A flat rock on a mountain top called Lochegee. They had to climb and up they went, right at dusk.
They sat and waited for this much hailed comet. They heard voices and a group of college students joined them. It seemed like a magical, almost spiritual, time, knowing the comet had been visible 4,200 years ago.
They all saw its blue-white brilliance at the same time, right above the horizon.
When they climbed down, it was in silence, knowing they had witnessed a rare and wondrous sight.
*Thanks to Charli Mills and the Carrot Ranch for the prompt!
You capture the moment of awe and connectedness through the silence after the viewing, Rosemary. The place name sets a specific local tone, too. I enjoy getting that window into your Appalachia!
Just a little piece of fiction based I heard from those who saw the comet that night. I was living in the city (Lexington) at that time. That flat rock, Lochegee, is a real place of top of a mountain in the county where I live now in northeastern KY.
What a memorable moment. Nice flash.
This was bitter-sweet, Rosemary.
Seems like a truly epic experience.
I considered writing about the Hale-Bopp comet, but you did a magnificent job of it. Well done. ~nan