In the hillside of England along a strolling river a few years ago.
Rich decided he was going to cross the river and go visit his sister Mary.
He's quick on his feet and very precise so he will make it in no time at all.
He is pondering life as he travels.
Whistling a tune.
Enjoying a gentle breeze through his hair which is cool enough to warrant a jacket but warm enough to allow for a walk.
He is alone in his thoughts.
On his way he realizes how much fun he had with his sister as a kid.
They played for hours in their tree house.
Often they would chase the wild rabbits.
Today they are grown but love to share the stories of their lives together.
Family and friends.
He is on his way to see his best friend.