We were walking a little trail in Taramundi when we spotted a thermometer propped on a stone, wearing a tiny scarf and looking deeply offended.

We say: “But what are you doing all wrapped up if you’re the one who measures the cold, mate?” And it goes: “I measure it, yes… but I also suffer it. I’m sensitive on every scale.” Just then an ice cream strolls by, cool as anything. The thermometer yells: “You’re dropping my degrees on purpose!” And the ice cream: “Sorry, pal, I’m happiness… yours is control.” We tell the thermometer: “What if today you don’t measure everything?” And it answers: “Fine… but don’t put it near your tongue, okay?”

Magikito moral: measuring is useful, but obsessing is like eating an ice cream in January without a coat. Enjoy it… but with a little care.