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
As he walked back to his car, he didn't look back. The grass wasn't greener anymore, but the air was clear, and for the first time in years, the silence didn't feel empty. In his mind, this place was infinite