In his mind, this place was infinite. As a boy, the grass here had been a vibrant, impossible emerald that reached his waist. He remembered the "Great Divide"—a narrow stream they used to leap across, feeling like conquerors of a new world. Back then, the horizon wasn't a limit; it was a promise.
Elias realized then that he hadn't come back to find the field. He had come back to find the boy who believed the field was magic. But that boy had been carried away long ago by the "river tide" of ambition and necessity. в™« Pink Floyd - High Hopes
He sat down in the dirt, closed his eyes, and let the bells ring. For a moment, between the strikes of the clock, he didn't feel like a man who had lost his way. He felt like a traveler who had finally acknowledged that the road behind him was closed. The "high hopes" of his youth weren't gone; they had simply become the foundation of the person he was now—scarred, tired, but finally standing in the truth. In his mind, this place was infinite