Strolling along the shores of the lake is a comforting sensation, but at the same time one of an emotional balance that cannot be expressed in words.

Alone, facing the immensity of this mirror of water surrounded by mountains and Andean forest, where the colours of the shores mingle with the green foliage of the plants, the turquoise blue of the waters and the light brown of the beach mixed with the grey of the stones, it is a multicoloured universe that the eye cannot capture in its fullness.

It takes several minutes to take in at a glance this natural world, which the inhabitants of the big cities can only visit once a year, a few times in their lives.

And yet we have it at our fingertips. For that reason we may not appreciate all its majesty, or if we do we are so used to it that we hardly notice it.

A walk along the shores of the lake is a balm for the soul.

Those of us who, fortunately, have no timetable problems, can do it any day of the week. Not just Saturday or Sunday. Wednesday is my favourite day.

Because it falls in the middle of the week when one has already left behind the inevitable mood crisis that shakes us on Mondays, the beginning of a week forced with work and innumerable commitments and also far from the weekend with the natural longing for the rest that one or two days in a row promise with the consequent plans for rest, fun, travel or any other way of spending them.

Wednesday is a quiet day. Not only because it is the axis, the balance of the week. But because it is just the right day to meditate and make an analysis of what is past and what is to come.

The colourful flowers amidst the green of the vegetation and the blue of the water give the surroundings a note of delicate beauty.

While the cars passing by on the nearby road warn us that the noise of civilisation is just a stone's throw away.

The tranquillity of the lake and its silence are surprising. Unlike the sea, it does not generate that dull murmur as a consequence of the swell of that immense mass of water hitting against the rocks or the sand of the beach.

There are some people sunbathing. They are not tourists. They are locals who, like me, are taking advantage of a day of the week to come to rest, relax and admire this magnificent natural environment.

We could say that we share, from that point of view, the same principles: respect for the environment and nature.

The waters of the lake move in absolute silence, as if asking permission to reach the shore and then gently return to the centre of the lake, their natural gravitational point.

The song of the birds that accompany me on my journey is the musical environment of this uncontaminated natural paradise and the light murmur of the treetops of the nearby forest indicate to me that I am not alone.

Only human beings, sometimes with actions as monstrous as malicious fires driven exclusively by economic interests, can alter the natural balance which, even after these disasters, is still restored to its fullness, even if it takes time.

Unlike our transit through the big cities when we walk with our heads down, without raising our eyes, here we turn our heads up and down, left and right, insatiable in our thirst for knowledge, to learn how every angle of this paradise is composed, its colours, its shapes, its surprising naturalness.

All of nature surrounds me and in its magnificent splendour and grandeur makes me see how small I am.

And it obliges me, morally, to do everything possible to preserve it.

Until our next Wednesday Walk! Thanks for reading and commenting!