This field that I glimpsed tonight at a good moment, spreading out before me like a green horizon in the distance, will I be able to see it again with the same eagerness as when I first laid eyes on it?

That field with the thick grass and the child running at its edge to reach the place where the sun sets, not caring if it hurts his knees, because he would get up again and keep running (because he loved to run in the long field with his knees scraped by the mallow on which he fell to reach where the field ended and the sun reigned), will I be able to see it again?