A woman in a white parka and a red hat crosses a city street.
the woman is crossing the street
the woman is on her parents farm outside a small town
You're right, after all this I though I might remember where the other things went.
the bike rider on road
This constant war had made everyone tired.
Two people are riding the horse.
The people on the motorcycle are traveling somewhere.
A mound pops up every now and then.