I went out for a walk in the fields this morning; it was just after eight o’clock. The sun, with the summer time, had just risen. Everything exposed to the east was illuminated: a golden light, which you feel enters your body and mind. “Immediately naked,” I hear myself suggest in thought. Because I really have nothing to hide about myself from this nature that already exposes itself to me, just as it is: there is no Sunday dress in nature. At last, the plumes of the reeds attract my gaze: the sun illuminates them, and it seems a light from within: I want to see if I too can be lightened from within. It’s not like that, I’m not a leaf, I’m not a plume, I’m not a petal. But the thought is enough for me.