Winter often weighs on me, but that November morning filled me with gratitude.
Don Goyo, the Popocatépetl, wrapped himself in ermine and crowned his summit with a perfect lenticular cloud. All I had to do was step outside myself and simply see.
What a gift!
Rising over 5,400 meters, with more than 730,000 years of history, Popocatépetl—the second most active volcano in Mexico—never sleeps. Its breath mingles with the wind, lifting vapor and ice in an endless rhythm.
That November morning, the mountain wore a rare adornment—a lenticular cloud perfectly poised on its summit, a brief and delicate phenomenon shaped by the sky itself. Like a crown spun from the wind, it hovered above, adding a quiet grace to the volcano’s enduring presence.
In the image, all is still: a crisp sky, a mountain draped in winter, a cloud in perfect symmetry. But beneath the silence, the volcano remains awake.
A fleeting moment. The hush before the tremor.