i'm walking pan when we get caught up in a huge rainstorm, everything gets wet, we stand by a river that looks ike a monet painting, the skies are black, rain keeps falling, down down. i see my town has it's very own happy high herbs shop, in my local shopping centre, i pop in and say high!
the next day i watch the river roll by, i watch the strange animals swoop into my garden, the sound of natural things is perfect, no humans, no machines, no noise. i moved here primarily because it was quiet and i need some peace, the old place was noisy and loud, it interfered with my thoughts, i require tranquility these days and i find it here.
the pond man comes, he looks at the pond, the big fish is ill, some sort of infection, it will kill him. this makes me sad, i like that big fish i even named him thoreau. staring at the ponds surface i notice lots of babies swimming around, that's good, and a huge water dragon slips in making a splash. 
we check one another out, i tell him he can stay, he grabs an insect that strays to close to his face. pond life is all action.