Somehow I’d manage to miss it every year: that moment at the spring equinox during which the gravitational forces created by the alignment of the earth and the sun would allow an egg to stand on its end.
But not this time. This time I had my egg at the ready and was just waiting for 6:29am, when the magic moment was to arrive. Meanwhile, to make sure I wouldn’t botch the experiment, I thought I’d check online to learn about variables that might affect it. Did the egg have to be newly laid? Did it have to be speckled?
Did the balancing surface have to be squeaky clean? (Yes? Then forget it.)
Sadly, I learned more than I wanted to know, i.e., that equinox egg-standing is a myth. As it turns out, anyone with a steady hand and a little patience can balance an egg on its end at any old time of the year.
I’m as crushed as a stomped eggshell.