Sitting there looking up at the sky as the bright dot of Mercury became visible in the blackness next to the coronal flare now visible emanating from the moon-shadowed sun, I felt my face start to crumple. Within seconds I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.
This was pure power that I was watching. Not the nuclear power that lit up Arco, not even the hydrogen-to-helium conversion that powers the sun. No, it was the power of nature, the power that governs, well, everything.
And the fact that I, a fluke of nature myself, was there to witness it was overwhelming.
Wiping my eyes and hoping that nobody had noticed, I adjusted the exposure setting on my camera as a bright flash of sunlight popped its way between the mountains of the moon. Within seconds, the day had brightened and the crowd erupted in cheers again. A group of people started dancing and I grabbed my camera to record it but in my agitated state, I hit the wrong button.