On a little trail in Taramundi, a muddy puddle popped up and stared at us, seriously locked in.

We go, “Hey, what are you looking at like that, with that innocent little face?” And the mud goes, “I’m waiting for your feet… but no middlemen, ok? None of that rubber sole with an attitude.” We say, “It’s just we’re wearing brand new trainers, mate.” And the mud goes, “Sure, sure… then you complain you’re stressed while you walk around with your toes shoved into a funnel.” We ask, “So what do you suggest?” And it goes, “One barefoot step and a laugh. If it stains, it heals the drama.”

Magikito moral: sometimes the day doesn’t need you spotless, it needs you present. And if you’ve got to get a tiny bit messy, let it be for living, not for posing.