Glinting off Rocks

You can sense it on the horizon but as you tiptoe closer you sense it moving ever so further away. You know it is there, you can just see the colour that sparkles through the morning mist, glinting off of the dew on the grass into your unadjusted eyes.

You squint. Then open them again- who could miss this fabulous beauty?

Yet you want it. You yearn for it. Every step you take gives you the horrifying feeling that nothing is being accomplished. No ground is being gained. Every step you take is a step that pushes it away.

And then, all of a sudden you can see it, hovering gloriously over the grass a few kilometres away, perched amidst the leafy greenery.

You start to run. It is so close. And yet, for some odd reason it seems that no matter how hard you run, you're always stuck with the same distance between you.