Remember the solar eclipse? I almost don’t. Which is crazy, because in the moment, the experience was so intensely beautiful, I thought I’d hold onto the feeling forever.
But then came the cicadas. Remember the cicadas? I almost don’t. Which is crazy, because for a hot minute there, cicadas were all anyone was talking about, if you could hear them over the insect’s incessant racket.
As we get ready to ring in 2025, I’ve been looking back on the past year, and my gosh, it was wild, in the absolute best way. I didn’t just get to witness my first ever total eclipse of the sun, I saw my first aurora and my first comet. What made these moments even more incredible was how many of you were giddily reveling in them too.
Back in October – remember October? – when I dragged my husband out of the house on a work night to go comet hunting, I felt a smidge foolish. As we walked toward the 606/Bloomingdale Trail, where the intrepid Chicago Astronomer had announced he’d be setting up his telescopes, I legit wondered if we’d be the only people there.
We were not. I heard the crowd before I saw it, a hundred or more people patiently waiting their turn to look through an eyepiece at a streak in the sky. I don’t know what was more magical, the comet or the spirit of community.
I love that nature still has the power to inspire awe and wonder. I love that so many of you love it too and are so passionate about protecting, conserving and enjoying the natural world around us in this great big city. Cheers to 2024, and cheers to whatever brings us together in 2025.
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