🌄 An Afternoon of Solitude in Ávila, Near Madrid

Spain’s towns are perfectly preserved—wandering through Ávila’s ancient alleys, crossing the bridge, and climbing the hillside, I left behind roads, people, and noise. On the golden meadow dotted with lone trees, I found the best view, flattened a stone under the shade, cracked open a soda, and let my eyes travel. 🌾 The Landscape Autumn here is raw and vast—plains stretch openly, mountains stand unapologetically. The sky, washed in watercolor blue, faded to pale near the horizon. Below, the medieval town clung to its walls, the church spire its crown. 🪨 A Thought on Stones The rocks downhill must be exhausted—posing for photos all day. Up here, they’re free, basking in wind, moonrise, and sunsets. Compared to them, we’re prisoners of time. These hills, unchanging, greet each dawn and dusk, while we barely pause to ponder the wind—let alone understand it. Some things can’t be rationalized, only felt, like this moment, scribbled hastily as a snapshot in memory. 🌍 A Planet in Motion At 8 PM, Madrid’s sunset bled orange into the blue. Meanwhile, 10,000 km away, Beijing’s sun geared up to ignite the day. On opposite ends of Eurasia, sunrise and sunset unfolded at once—a closed loop of time. Iberians sipped beers in twilight; Yan Mountain’s early risers rubbed sleep from their eyes. Half the world awake, half dreaming. Cycles within cycles, all under the same sky. #SlowTravel #Ávila #SpanishCountryside #MeditationInMotion #LifeInDetails