Spring day today, although strong gusts of wind are blowing, I'm going to La Sierra de Lugar to oxygenate my lungs and relax my mind. When I arrive I see a group of climbers who are going to do some route in the area, perhaps a ferrata. I follow in their footsteps although with different destinations, first the Pico 641m and then further south the Pico 625 m.
The sky is quite clear and the views around are interesting. Near a pine tree an owlet gets scared and flies away near me and from the top of the last peak an eagle flies below looking for a rabbit. I regain my strength under the midday sun contemplating the horizon and the silhouettes of other mountain ranges to which I give their respective names and which are the same ones that continue there after millions of years.