I'm riding along a very thin path by the river with my boss, Jim. It kind of reminds me of the old firefighter trails by the river where I grew up. The day is very warm and sunny as I watch the tree shadows move across my lap.
Every couple of minutes we'd come to a clearing where the river would open up in front of us. Every time we'd come to one I would see some kind of creature feeding in the river. Everytime I saw one I'd point out the window and say "oh look a moose" however they never really were. One would lift it's head and it wsa a goat, next one was a horse, then a cow. This went on for awhile. Then the animals were no longer feeding but floating by dead. The river is no longer bright and cheery. It's become very swampy looking. The trees no longer have any leaves. There's a buzz of flies in the air and the heat is now beating down unbearably.