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.<\/p>\n
I like this Asturian fog. It does not frighten, it embraces. It makes everything move slower, makes even the cars sound muffled.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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