We
were getting ready to return home after a relaxing and sunny time in the beach.
We had everything ready to leave, we were just missing to say good bye to our
friends and eat something before leaving. While we did this a man from the next
town came to tell us that a thousand turtles were arriving to the beach for
nesting and people was welcome to quietly observe that magical moment.
Without
hesitation, we went straight to the next beach to be present for that moment.
Hundreds of little heads could be seen in the see, subtly looking out and breathing,
rolling around the waves, walking slowly through the sand leaving patterns of
legs dragging to release life.
They
were waking all around me, I could hear their breath, I could see the details
of their shells and faces, painfully realizing millions of eggs in the wholes
they were digging tiredly. Thousand of miles traveling the sea, to arrive to
that precise beach and nest. Out of the hundred eggs each turtle releases, only
one reaches adulthood. Old turtles of wisdom giving birth to adventurous tiny turtles,
they will swim the wide sea, longeve and serene.
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