He never understood spring, until he contemplated it from a faraway winter…
“What are you talking about? I hate to have to tell you this my friend, but by the time you reach the finish line, I’ll be there waiting with the first prize and that beauty of a wooden top will be dancing in my hands.” With a start, Magnífico realized that the easy-going boy that was so relaxed and self-confidently answering him, was no other than himself, so many years ago. Immediately after, he relived that moment when both boys good-naturedly laughed and shook hands.
“Get ready! I want all the finalists in place at the starting line, the race is going to begin.” It was with a deep nostalgia that Magnifico recognized the voice. A voice from the past that belonged to Rafita, their teacher and the eternal organizer or all the games. The five participant boys took their places at the starting line. Surprised and fascinated, Magnifico watched that child that had been himself, prepare for the race that happened so many years before.
That particular day had begun just before sunrise, early in the morning. He and his Dad had left together for town. His Mother had stayed behind to finish up on “some chores”. As he re-experienced the scene, he smiled. It was clear that all the decorating for the birthday party, at home, had been done by her, as soon as they left the house.
A little before nine o’clock, his Mom arrived at the park. By then, all his friends and their parents had gathered at the park, and where sitting in the benches. Professor Rafita was peacefully talking to Father Juan. Spirits were soaring that morning. Danilo’s father had arrived on a beautiful horse he had recently bought. After Mass, he and the Professor were going to race their horses. Already Danilo’s horse was the favourite!
