The kayak drift through the river. The air was warm, the clouds above blocking the hot sun. Everything
seemed as if it was trapped in time, the mountains, the river, the clouds. The sounds of nature drifted
from the mountains.
The kayak sped through the river. The air was frosty, its fingers poked through the thin layers of
clothing. The clouds above threatened to rain. Everything sped by the kayak, the mountains, the river,
the clouds. The cries of nature bellowed from the mountains.