Revista Los Nogales no. 5 - Septiembre 2015 | Page 46

Caminatas / Colegio Los Nogales

The silence

was what

won
me

I

t was still and quiet outside and I could almost hear my neighbor´s heartbeat in the
distance: a steady resting rhythm preparing
for the day´s hike. I took a deep breath, welcomed the fresh air into my body, and let it burn
my lungs. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in
peace and breathe out sleep, in a morning ritual
that helped me get out of bed.

over

My intention had been to wake up before everyone else and have the view to myself for just a
few minutes, but sleep had won that battle and
I could hear some students beginning to stir in
their tents. I needed to hurry; I had a few minutes before the rest would wake and I no longer
had the place for myself. The sun was beginning
to come out but the light around me was still
that shade of purplish blue hue right before
sunrise. I love that time of day, the in between
darkness and light, the beginning of the day and
ending of dreams; it makes me feel alive, alert.

Camila Gamboa
Profesora de Inglés de
Semestralizado

In the distance I could still see a few stars, the
night a recent memory for my waking body. I
was fully dressed and freezing and none of that
mattered. It did not matter that I could barely
feel my hands and nose or that my boots felt
like ice-cubes on my feet. It did not matter that
my bones ached and that the blisters on my feet
were killing me. What mattered most to me at
that precise moment was that I had the chance to
be with myself for a while, to wake up alone and

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