My eyes already touch the sunny hill...

"My eyes already touch the sunny hill.

Going far ahead of the road I have begun

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;

It has inner light, even from a distance -

and charges 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

Smoke from a fire on a distant ridge top