First, I climbed a steep ladder. Once I reached ten times my own height, I looked at the face of an impassable rock. Behind stood the Amphitheater.
Hidden at the bottom of a crag, an opening awaits. Narrow like a ray of light, its two parallel walls stretched on a spectacular entrance in which, shyly, I stepped. My neck bent on a dangerous angle, I looked at the impossible verticality. Inside this chamber, I searched as far up into the depth of the crack as darkness permitted. I felt crushed by the weight of the minerals and the years they took to form. Looking back down made me feel microscopic.
In each flakes of the rock, time has trapped passages of rain and wind movements. Cool and quiet, the chamber itself is an oasis of shade in contrast with the outside. Where the walls disappear into the ground, felt wide enough to venture in. The sun bounced back on some aretes; runway light, leading me through to the main room.
The Amphitheater didn't reveal itself straight away. I had to reach another set of stairs before entering.
Each wall forming the Amphitheater has a distinct texture, pattern and colour differing from the rest. Inside the Amphitheater emanates an imposing serenity. I could have stay there the whole day, playing with the soft echo and painting the changing light.
Moments like this one make me feel very privileged and lucky that I have had the chance to witness such beauty. But will my nephews still have that chance? I hope future generations will see it as untouched as I have seen it.