Sembilan Pulau, Tiga Lempeng

Polly terbang rendah di atas batuan vulkanik hitam. Ladang hijau membentang sampai bibir tebing, dan kabut merayap di atas perbukitan di pedalaman. Inilah São Miguel, pulau terbesar di Azores, sendirian di Atlantik Utara. Udara asin bercampur bau tanah basah dan rumput yang baru dipotong.

Polly came in low over black volcanic rock, where green fields ran to the cliff edge and mist slid across rounded hills inland. This was São Miguel, the largest of the nine Azores islands, alone in the North Atlantic. Salt air mixed with wet earth and cut grass.

Pulau ini ada karena sebuah retakan jauh di bawah dasar laut, tempat tiga lempeng besar bergesekan pelan. Amerika Utara menarik ke satu arah, Eropa ke arah lain, dan Afrika mendesak dari selatan. Panas naik lewat celah di tempat mereka bertemu. Semua pulau di sini terbentuk dari api dan batu yang mendingin.

The island exists because of a seam far below the ocean floor, where three great plates grind slowly against each other. North America pulls one way, Europe another, and Africa presses from the south. Heat rises through the cracks where they meet. Every island here was built from fire and cooling rock.

Hampir setiap ladang di São Miguel dikelilingi pagar bunga hortensia: biru, ungu, kadang merah muda lembut, begitu rapat sampai terlihat seperti dilukis di atas tanah. Petani membawa tanaman ini dari Asia pada abad kesembilan belas hanya untuk menandai batas ladang. Tanah vulkanik yang kaya mineral membuat kelopaknya makin biru.

Almost every field on São Miguel is edged by a hedge of hydrangeas, blue, violet, and sometimes soft pink, so thick they look painted onto the land. Farmers brought the plants from Asia in the nineteenth century just to mark field borders. The volcanic soil, rich in minerals, turns their petals an even deeper blue.

Lebih jauh ke pedalaman, bukit hijau melingkupi cekungan sunyi yang tidak terlihat dari pantai. Uap mengepul samar dari sana, benang putih tipis di langit kelabu, dan Polly pun terbang menuju dataran tinggi.

Further inland, green hills folded around quiet basins Polly could not see from the coast. Steam rose faintly from somewhere among them, thin white threads against the grey sky, and she turned toward the high ground.