"An ambitious project,"

  the man's voice sounded as if he was far away and monotone.  Repeating what a younger man was not saying as succinctly.  The younger people took in the view from the cliff.  Someone unrolled a whiteboard map of the USA.  "How about your New Year's resolutions?" A helicopter mom trying not to sound too New Jersey, threw out only the heel of the baguette.  "I mean, aren't those so-called goals?" She rubbed her hands together feeling guilty.  "Why do you feel that way?" The young man son asked.  "What way?" 

  "Whatever that's expressing," eyebrows raised to not point at the handwringing.  "I threw away a crust of bread."  The man went to the grocery bag and swiped out the crumb and ate it.  "Don't be a waster," had been passed down like Scripture in their tribe.  "We should find a village and settle down," the boyman swallowed as young girls filed out of a tentshelter.  "Oh really Montésque?  That sounds kind of funny coming from a man in tights under a kilt wanting to ride horses."  The mother took up the tongs and stood like a worthy servant to see what might be decided.  "Dining in or dining out mum?" 

  The barely adult in the Western world girls attacked the little food spread. 

  "Didn't say much," the mom reported to other crampy women in the deemed "unclean" bunch of women.  "This has been a shitty transition." One griped.  "Politically?" 

  "Naw, between Continents." 

  "To the Lands of Spring To Come," the most strikingly chiseled features man-warrior was on a big horse.  "For the maidens, I'm sure," a middle-aged woman yawled.  "Well, I'm NOT gay," the hansome man was mumbling in between photographic shots meant to portray iconic.  "That's too much pressure," a person holding the bridle of the horse conveyed of a saddle tightening by another person.  The horse's breath smelled of apples and hay.  "They'll be eating dry salty fish way up north," someone remarked.  Some people on foot turned south.  "Anyone allergic to seafood?" 

  "Does seaweed count?" 

  "Allergic to seaweed are ya?" 

  "Is it seafood?" 

  Someone on another horse smelled a clump of dried but not washed yet sold at a market.  "Smells like the Sea."