The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.
Time marks us while we are marking time.
The darkness has it's own light.
And I rejoiced in being what I was.
I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.