You feel great. The farther you get from that pesky woman, the  better and better you feel. At the same time, you feel like there was something about that woman. You rarely feel connected to any woman, and you felt like you were close to her.

You take your shoes off to avoid the wetness building up in your shoes from when you found a thin area in the stream/river and jumped over it. You managed to get your shoes wet when missing the other side. You like the feel of the grass between your toes in the field, and you breathe in the air filled with pollen from the weeds growing on the field. Strangely enough, you remember yourself having allergies to pollen, but for some odd reason it doesn't seem to bother you anymore. You see two dusty hills in the distance.