Jungla m-a ținut în respirația ei

Today, we glided through the mirrored waters of Sandoval Lake, the jungle pressing in like a breath held close. Every leaf trembled with life. Birds sang secrets above us, macaws, herons, creatures with colors too wild to be real. Eyes watched from the shadows: otters slicing through water, crocodiles still as stone, turtles sunbathing like ancient spirits. Even a tarantula crossed our path, slow and sure, like a guardian of the dark.

It wasn’t just birdwatching or animal spotting, it was a quiet surrender.

The jungle didn’t perform. It allowed us to witness.

And somewhere between silence and awe, we tied the boat to a tree. I laid in a hammock stretched between wild and wilder, and slept, only half an hour, but it was the deepest rest I’ve ever known. It felt like the jungle held me in its breath and whispered me into dream.