Saturday, August 4, 2018

El Sol

photo © Mark Butkus 2015

This morn I took the time to watch the sun rise. This was not your regular sunrise – it was purely a Mexican one. In Mexico the sun does not pop over the horizon, but peeks over it. He does not rush into his workday. A peek and then he slowly stretches his rays over the horizon.

It takes the sun twice as long to become fully present in Mexico, a gift it bestowed upon the Olmec and Aztec peoples from long ago. The sun never took its present back from his favored peoples of this land.

The sun has watched peoples of many different names bathe in its warmth. Some even made the sun a god and the sun returned the favor by toasting their tropical souls each and every day. Their satiny brown skins were another of the sun’s gifts as was that essential belief that tomorrow would be the right time to start any project.

He just kept on giving the people bright and sunny tomorrows and the people reveled in that future. All day the sun makes his slow way across the pale blue sky, much slower here in Mexico than elsewhere in the world.

At the end of his day the sun does not drop into the ocean, here he pauses to take one long, last look at his favored land and its people. He lets the lovers here savor the few moments longer basking in his pre-nocturnal pause.

He then casts an orange, red glow into the sky and promises that tomorrow he will return to once again warm up his cherished people, after all he is El Sol. The Sun of Mexico.


— Walt Rondeau


An old heart and a new voice, Walt Rondeau brings a touch of whimsy with folk tales that amuse and enlighten children of all ages. El Sol is the second of Walt's selections in Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre where it appears in a slightly different form.






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