Ét krater, to farver

Højt oppe fra himlen kiggede Polly ned i ét kæmpe krater. Det var mere end toogtyve tusind år gammelt og stort nok til at rumme en lille by og to søer. En stribe land krydsede midten. På hver side havde vandet en forskellig farve: den ene sø blå, den anden grøn.

From high in the sky, Polly looked down into one huge crater. It was more than twenty-two thousand years old and big enough to hold a small town and two lakes. A strip of land crossed the middle. On each side, the water was a different color: one lake blue, one lake green.

De to søer er i virkeligheden ét stykke vand, forbundet af en kanal under landet. Men alt omkring dem ser forskelligt ud. Den blå sø er dybere og spejler himlen. Den grønne sø ligger nær planter og små alger, som gør dens farve grøn.

The two lakes are really one piece of water, joined by a channel under the land. But everything around them looks different. The blue lake is deeper and reflects the sky. The green lake sits near plants and tiny algae, which turn its color green.

Polly fløj lavt langs striben af land mellem farverne. Hun så fiskerbåde på den ene side og køer på bakkerne over den anden. Tæt tåge rullede ind og dækkede først den grønne sø, så den blå.

Polly flew low along the strip of land between the colors. She saw fishing boats on one side and cows on the hills above the other. Thick fog rolled in and covered first the green lake, then the blue one.

Hun satte sig på en gammel stenmur og ventede på, at tågen skulle lette. Da den gjorde det, lå begge søer der stadig, blå og grøn, præcis som før.

She sat on an old stone wall and waited for the fog to clear. When it did, both lakes were still there, blue and green, just as before.