This morning the fog covered everything. I stepped outside and the world had shrunk to a few meters around me. The end of the sidewalk could not be seen.
I like this Asturian fog. It does not frighten, it embraces. It makes everything move slower, makes even the cars sound muffled.
I walked a stretch seeing only what was immediate. And I thought that life sometimes asks the same: not to look so far ahead, not to anticipate everything, to tend only to the next step.
Today I accompanied someone who could not see her way clearly. Instead of pushing her toward answers, I invited her to stay in her own fog, without fear, because one can also walk out of the fog.
There is no need to clear it all at once. It is enough to take one step, and then another, and trust that the air will gradually brighten.
At noon the sun came out and everything found its outline again. But I kept that morning stillness, like a gift no one had asked for.