Alone but not alone

...this morning on my peregrination
across the fields of blooming vines
I spotted a windfarm of mills
as I trundled further
I had a solitary sensation
of being part of a whole
from before there were people
until now
I saw Carcarsonne
from afar - a fata morgana
albeit - but I know what I saw.
Bucolic area to the max
and talking to the listener...




Carcasonne is over thirty miles
in direct line from where I was
standing.