Entwegt gehen! Hinterher … Manchmal weist das Alleingebliebensein einen Weg. Doch das Entwegte folgt unbedingt nach. Und mit. Bald, wohl.

I have ridden through many leagues of this grass with the feathery spikes high as my head, and often higher. It would be be impossible for me to give anything like an adequate idea of the exquisite loveliness … of this queen of the grasses, the chief glory of the solitary pampa. (W. H. Hudson)