THE TRAIL Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunny one, at the end of the path I've only begun. So we are grasped, by that we could not grasp, at such great distance, so fully manifest -- and it changes us, even when we do not reach it, into something that, hardly sensing it, we already are; a sign appears, echoing our own sign ... But what we sense is the falling winds. -- <PERSON>, ``A Walk'' Photo: Ithuriel Ridge, Round Valley. Photo by <PERSON>.