Dylan slides out of the car and walks to the side of the road where thick hedges and trees border a ditch. They’ve stopped along a stretch of country road sandwiched between two large open areas of farmland. He pushes his head through a small gap in the brush to see sheep wandering around in a wide open green field, grazing away like nothing has changed in the world.
Their wool is soaked and grey from a few nights outside in the rain but nothing they seemed to care much about. They just continued to do what sheep do. Eat, shit and be sheep. A farmhouse sits at the far end of the field and contains the usual farm buildings. The pen for the sheep, a barn, a tractor and a large old looking country house.
He turns back to the guys who are still debating, in