Understanding

Did anyone want to see the colours of those misty landscapes I posted three days ago?

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Somehow, sharing this today brings me happiness. And even more so because, being there, I once again walked along the paths of understanding — those where you are clearly whispered to, reminding you why you came into this world.

You need to stay quiet for longer, the mist spoke to me.

It was incredibly revealing to see how that dense fog advanced and retreated, as if it were a living body. Like someone struggling to manage their thoughts, hesitant perhaps… I don’t know. I was thinking of so many things and yet of none at all.

Oh, a woodpecker! 😍

The smell there is unlike anywhere else, as if the air were infused with a calming essence.

It was still too early to see the man with the cart and the horse, or to visit the women who set up their small improvised stalls by the roadside to sell fruit and honey… I suppose they were still beneath their sheets, or perhaps already brewing the coffee and feeding the hens and other farm animals.

A smooth-billed ani, also known locally as ‘judío’… I think it was preening itself or perhaps looked a little ruffled.

Why does this hypnotise me so much?

I still wonder… perhaps it is because of what I cannot see behind all that density which, paradoxically, feels light; perhaps it is because I sense it more… yes, that is it… I feel it more as the days go by.