Fall 2020

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. Going far beyond the road i have begun, so we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has an inner light, even from a distance-

and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave...
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

— A WALK —

By Rainer Maria Rilke