Post by ANA MARÍA CAMPOS HERNÁNDEZ on Oct 31, 2012 19:24:56 GMT -5
Ana María thought that now it was the time to relax. After a long day of her usual routine work out, all she wanted to do was lay on the grass that surrounded the track field and rest. She loved it out here. Out where there was pure oxygen. The girl wasn't the type of person that could sit still for a prolonged period of time and thus six hours inside of a classroom was a complete dread.
She was wearing shorts, despite temperatures outside that were clearly below her comfort zone. The Mexican didn't enjoy the cold weather. Not one bit. She had never seen the tiny snowflakes that come every time it snowed. No, at her place, winter consisted in between 24ºC to even 30ºC! (75.2 to 84.4 °F) Anything below that was too cold to even consider.
Yet, at the moment, she didn't felt uncomfortable in the slightest. Maybe because she was still partially sweaty from the workout.
Ana María sighed as she turned to gaze at the bright clear blue sky. In her capital city, she rarely ever got to see the sky at such intense blue color. Much to her dismay, pollution had turned the sky into a shade of gray that didn't look quite dead, but at the same time it lacked the vivid nature it should possess.
She could just imagine how it would be at night. In this remote island, how many stars will she be able to see? Ana María remembered reading somewhere that there was a place in Egypt where the whole sky was illuminated of stars. Apparently the ancient Egyptians had painted some pictures describing the magic of what they saw. She would like that. She would like that very much. Just to be able to gaze at it, for years to end.
The girl loved life. But more the beauty that prevailed in it. Mountains, birds, rainbows... Things like the pyramids of Chichén Itzá or the ruins of Machu Pichu. Greatness that can be perceived from miles before you actually look at them. Ana María sighed. One of the greatest sights she had ever had the privilege of contemplate was the Spring and Autumn equinoxes at Chichén Itzá. In the late afternoon, the northwest corner of the pyramid casts a series of triangular shadows that give the appearance of a serpent wriggling down the staircase. It represents the feathered-serpent god Kukulcan.
She hated missing it.
She placed her hands behind her head as she laid on the grass. Clouds were barely beginning to take over the clear blue sky. A part of Ana María solemnly wished it wouldn't rain. Contrary to popular belief, the rain here was cold. Cold rain plus coldness in general did not make a good mix to avoid hypothermia.
However, another part of her suddenly had the urge to dance around in the rain. It was fun. Like a new way of complete freedom.
As the cloud travelled by, Ana María let her eyes doze off. On several occasions she had fell asleep on the track field, until she woke up or someone else, with rather an annoyed look on their face, woke her up. The later couldn't help but amuse her. And if it happened, well, let it be then.
She was wearing shorts, despite temperatures outside that were clearly below her comfort zone. The Mexican didn't enjoy the cold weather. Not one bit. She had never seen the tiny snowflakes that come every time it snowed. No, at her place, winter consisted in between 24ºC to even 30ºC! (75.2 to 84.4 °F) Anything below that was too cold to even consider.
Yet, at the moment, she didn't felt uncomfortable in the slightest. Maybe because she was still partially sweaty from the workout.
Ana María sighed as she turned to gaze at the bright clear blue sky. In her capital city, she rarely ever got to see the sky at such intense blue color. Much to her dismay, pollution had turned the sky into a shade of gray that didn't look quite dead, but at the same time it lacked the vivid nature it should possess.
She could just imagine how it would be at night. In this remote island, how many stars will she be able to see? Ana María remembered reading somewhere that there was a place in Egypt where the whole sky was illuminated of stars. Apparently the ancient Egyptians had painted some pictures describing the magic of what they saw. She would like that. She would like that very much. Just to be able to gaze at it, for years to end.
The girl loved life. But more the beauty that prevailed in it. Mountains, birds, rainbows... Things like the pyramids of Chichén Itzá or the ruins of Machu Pichu. Greatness that can be perceived from miles before you actually look at them. Ana María sighed. One of the greatest sights she had ever had the privilege of contemplate was the Spring and Autumn equinoxes at Chichén Itzá. In the late afternoon, the northwest corner of the pyramid casts a series of triangular shadows that give the appearance of a serpent wriggling down the staircase. It represents the feathered-serpent god Kukulcan.
She hated missing it.
She placed her hands behind her head as she laid on the grass. Clouds were barely beginning to take over the clear blue sky. A part of Ana María solemnly wished it wouldn't rain. Contrary to popular belief, the rain here was cold. Cold rain plus coldness in general did not make a good mix to avoid hypothermia.
However, another part of her suddenly had the urge to dance around in the rain. It was fun. Like a new way of complete freedom.
As the cloud travelled by, Ana María let her eyes doze off. On several occasions she had fell asleep on the track field, until she woke up or someone else, with rather an annoyed look on their face, woke her up. The later couldn't help but amuse her. And if it happened, well, let it be then.