What if I could swim to the hill? Simple strokes, just one after the other… Swimming smoothly into the water… There… there is no road to think of? No zig-zag to look for? No climb to start? Just a straight swim… From the basement of my dreams, the hill looks great, bright and sunny, above land and forest and greenish buildings. There are just two things I need to resolve before I start… I am not a fish… and there is no water between me and the hill… wonder then how come I so often feel like a fish on a hill, enjoying tea time and a beautiful view over the horizon.
A Fish on a Hill 