Los piramides de Teotuhuacan

I don't know how to properly explain all of the things I felt standing here. I could go on to explain that it was warm and the Sun began to prick my skin and there were clouds from the rain in the morning, so there would be a cool breeze that would relieve some of the pain from the climb. I could say that the steps were steep and my legs burned, but I pushed and made it to the top. But that would be too simple. I could say how for months and maybe months all added together meant years in which I have felt broken and how I didn't feel broken here. That this pocha walked in Cortez's that my sister bought me and how that felt appropriate. I don't know how to explain how it felt, but being there made me happy.