A Month of Sundays…
Today is a very special day of the year.
I live 800 feet northwest of the tallest building in New England, the 790-foot Hancock Tower in Boston. Yes, that means that if the Hancock were to fall in exactly the right direction, it might just scrape the Vendome. Of course, as we saw with the World Trade Center, skyscrapers tend to fall straight down, rather than topple over sideways, as a more rigid structure might do.
During the winter, the sun is low enough on the horizon that my apartment falls into the Hancock’s shadow for about 20 minutes each morning. There’s also sometimes a “Prudential eclipse” in the afternoon (it’s 1600 feet west-southwest of me), but that’s less of a concern.
During the summer, however, the sun is higher, enough so that its path goes above the Hancock, so its shadow no longer quite reaches my windows.
Today is the first day of the year without a “Hancock eclipse”. After the fourth snowiest winter in 125 years, I’m really looking forward to a month of sun-days!