La Voz de Galicia – May 9, 2025 →
As we always do at sunset, Xan and I went out for our walk towards the Hudson River. The day was somewhat gray, but it wasn’t raining. It was warm, but not muggy. And after one of those days when things don’t always go well, the sunset walk is more necessary than ever, because without that moment of disconnection, nneither of us would be able to leave outside our home the things that really don’t belong there: like, for example, the worries related to our jobs.
Walking with our dog Bimba, we talk about the everyday stuff, that we need to send this to so-and-so, that you shouldn’t forget to call someone else — and little by little, our conversation stops being about what we have to do and starts being about life. But on that warm, gray day, so typical of spring, we were caught in a monumental storm, one of those that arrives suddenly and without warning. And in the middle of the Christopher Street pier, the three of us started running like kids, without filters, without looking around. The idea was to find a place to take shelter until it passed, but by the time we got there, we were already soaked like drowned rats, so we decided to keep walking home because there was nothing left on our bodies that wasn’t drenched.
And just as we had spontaneously run like children to escape the rain, we now decided to walk like children back home: stepping in puddles, looking at the rain as it fell… It had been so long since I laughed like that! It had been so long since I felt that sense of freedom! And then I thought that there’s nothing like nature to remind us that we are just passing through, and that learning to “sail” with whatever “weather” life brings is also our responsibility..
