In a little forest puddle, we spotted a seahorse clinging to a tiny twig, stiff as a board and looking properly worried.

We go, “Mate… aren’t you meant to be in the sea?” And he goes, “Yeah, but I followed a good-vibes current and somehow ended up in Taramundi.” We point at his curly tail, “And that tail, looking well fancy?” And he says, “That’s because I’m a horse who’s seriously into being all wound up.”

Magikita moral: hanging on to everything isn’t safety, it’s tiredness with a rope. Today, hold tight to what matters and let the rest go, even if it’s just a little knot.