We are ants. No, smaller than ants. Tiny insignificant specks posing for the perfect profile picture, munching on bocadillos courtesy of our lovely Spanish host madres, and staring fixedly at the grand majesty that stands proudly, valiantly, before us.
Her cara, mostly rocky; her cheeks, sprinkled with tints of rosy blush; her hair, lush and green pine trees draped along her face; her body, strong and without a doubt, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Her legs stretch impossibly and inconceivably. She cradles to her chest, as a mother would a child, her most precious jewel: a deeply turquoise lake, sparkling in the afternoon light. And she knows that right behind her is her companion, el sol, reassuring her with his warm touch on her shoulder.
Sitting in the shadow of such a beauty, I had never in my life felt so small. So insignificant. So awe-inspired.
I had stared at this screensaver for months through my scratched computer screen and now, I am in it. Living, breathing, existing inside a screensaver.
*Bocadillo: a type of sandwhich
*Madre: mother
*Cara: face
*El sol: the sun
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