During the total eclipse of the sun in 1990, I went with some friends to the Tepozteco, an ancient Aztec pyramid that sits atop the karst mountains that embrace the magical town of Tepoztlán. We climbed the hundreds of steps that lead to the summit, reached the pyramid, and sat at the very edge, overlooking the valley.
It was a sunny day, and the town beneath us was bustling with activity. Suddenly, the light began to fade and the sky gradually became darker, until the day turned to night. I don’t know how long the darkness lasted, but little by little, light returned. Roosters crowed, and it felt as if a day within a day had begun. We all were wide awake, in awe of what we had taken for granted so long: the sun rises each morning, night falls every evening. Nothing is as fixed as we think it is.
It was a sunny day, and the town beneath us was bustling with activity. Suddenly, the light began to fade and the sky gradually became darker, until the day turned to night. I don’t know how long the darkness lasted, but little by little, light returned. Roosters crowed, and it felt as if a day within a day had begun. We all were wide awake, in awe of what we had taken for granted so long: the sun rises each morning, night falls every evening. Nothing is as fixed as we think it is.
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