Baietz lortu, txotxo!

The grass brightly shone in white light while the full moon was ascending up the horizon. The ghosty light bathed everything in the dark realm of the night. Little drops of dew adorned the obscure land, constellating a myriad of dots in the ground.

The mist was surfing the roary sea. A cloud of it was moving, helped by the sea, and was being insufflated by the grand white mother. It seemed alive, as if nature would have created a new being with her alchemy. Darkness and light melted together in the ancient soup of light, giving birth to another new child, born from the powers of the powerfuls. The could wind was blowing smoothly. Its coldness was trying to penetrate my flesh and reach out my bones. It carried an exquisite scent, a mixture of earth, water an salt that was delighting my senses. I breathed in more profoundly, inundating my chest and my soul in nature’s breath. An apparent loneliness was with me, but I was feeling surrounded. In the middle of a wild path, aside from town, with the forest on my left and the sea on my right I was feeling nurtured by creation.

Santa Catalina Chronicles. Wandering around in Mundaka.