When we were on our road trip, we stopped by a farm in Laurenceton village, Newfoundland. A few sheep were grazing on the green pasture, and some of them were looking at us with curiosity. Suddenly the weather changed and a shower was about to come. The clouds in the sky began to swirl and gather, which made them look like a flock of sheep with their curly furs. Maybe there is a pasture right in heaven.