Sunrise

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the second edition of the competition: High Altitude StoriesWe let you enjoy "Amanecer", by Eduardo Pablo Baños Santamarta.

Sunrise

-by Eduardo Pablo Baños Santamarta

The night roared like a lion, but not a fox had we seen. Dawn roared like the intestines when you've had a bad digestion, but only dehydrated food had been tasted. Dawn roared like a volcanic eruption, but the reports indicated no seismic risk.

Then everything changed, the biting cold came like a piece of ice, the icy cold came like a branch when it hits you in the face, the dry cold came, moved by the air like that memory of the fan.

And the light became mighty, as the conqueror of the night. The superb light, like
knowing that no one can contradict her. The dazzling light, like the game of
reflections between the clouds and the almost freshly fallen snow.

What do you mean! They shouted, Like you won't get up to go to school. School, my everyday mountain!