On a peaceful night, under a starry sky, the children gathered with Uncle Augustine and Grandma under the blackberry tree, next to the old Chicago Air Motor mill. The wind was gentle, and the full moon illuminated everything with a serene, silvery light.
«Uncle Augustine,» said Tomas, pointing to the sky. «Is it true that we’re moving, even though everything seems still?»
Uncle Augustine smiled, like someone who had been waiting for that question for many years.
«Boy, we’re not just moving. We’re traveling at a speed you can’t even imagine!» He adjusted his hat. This Earth spins on its axis at more than 1,600 kilometers per hour. And at the same time, it revolves around the Sun at more than 100,000. And that’s not all: our Sun, with all its planets, also revolves around the galaxy! And the galaxy also travels through the universe.»
The children’s eyes widened. Sofia whispered:
«And how is it that we don’t feel anything?»
«Because everything here spins with us,» Uncle replied. «It’s like being asleep on a train going through the night. Everything moves, but you are calm. That’s how God’s creation is, perfect.»
«What if one day everything ends?» Sofia asked, a little worried.
Grandmother, who was knitting silently, looked up and smiled tenderly.
«My child, our life is like a mulberry: small, sweet, and beautiful if savored in time. We mustn’t fear the sky or the stars. We must live with love, do good, and trust.»
Uncle Augustine nodded slowly, looking up at the sky.
«We worry about many things, but the truth is, even though the universe moves and changes, as long as we are here, with the stars above, the mulberry tree, the mill turning, we are fine. Because these movements are within God’s time.» And that’s perfect timing.
In that instant, as if the universe wanted to say, «Amen,» a shooting star crossed the sky.
The children fell silent.
Uncle Agustín and Grandma too.
And for a moment, everyone knew that this little corner of the world was at peace.