The Never Ending Sky and How I See It
A month ago, on June, my family and I took a special trip to La Rivera Maya to celebrate my birthday. Needless to say, one of my favorite parts of the trip was watching the sky.
Our first day on this beautiful city was full of wide eyes that were trying to take everything in. I stepped off the airplane, barely being able to hear because of my throbbing ears, and immediately noticed the sky. It was slightly cloudy, but I noticed the ground that shone with rain from a few moments ago. That day, I looked at the sky now and then, mainly during the hour long car ride to our first destination- the hotel.
That first night, I watched the stars twinkling within the soft waves of the sea that were touching my feet. I felt how amazing it was to be lying in the beach with your family around you. It was one of the most wonderful feelings of the world.
Throughout that trip, I looked up to the sky many times. During a hot day, I noticed how the ancient Mayan ruins stood proudly against the sun, honoring the gods we used to worship. On another rainy day, I saw how dark the skies looked against the old village of Valladolid, the rain splattering inside the building we had taken shelter on. Then, I saw the shiny day star covered by the temples of the mesmerizing Tulum. The day of my birthday, I looked up into the evening sky and noticed a canvas covered with warm colors, pinks and yellows.
The sky was the most beautiful the day before we returned home. The space above us was painted with an assortments of colors. From the cool blue that resembles a sapphire, to the paint brushes of violet hues and red strokes. I remember staring at the sky above, and just seeing how beautiful it was, like glory and eternity mixed into a sweet, haunting melody.
The trip only lasted a week, but as I looked into the sky above us, it felt much longer than that.
© 2017 Daniela E