Answer:
What comes once in a year twice in a week but never in a day?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?