You take the hill. You see a large lake in the distance. You run down to the lake, the breeze flowing in your hair as you run. You can smell the still water as you get closer, but you don't care. You decide to run into it. You are already covered in red dust from climbing the hill. You are still hungry, dry, and hot. You can't wait for the water to cover you. 

You feel kind of strange in the water, but why should you care? It's nice in the lake.