I cross the Landscape and it crosses me #42

Sometimes we think that we are the ones crossing the landscape, but often it's the landscape that crosses us, the reference point changes as we position ourselves in front of the world, you can't know if the world is turning forward or backward, or whether you are looking forward or backward. Depending on our point of view we often don't even see the landscape, sometimes we are flying like a hawk, but we could also be digging a hole like a mole.