Chapter 19
Something was tickling my nose.
I was lying on the ground, face up to a brilliant blue sky, with the sound of gurgling water somewhere not too far away. The sun was warm on my body. Perhaps too warm; my face was starting to get that tight, about to have a sunburn feeling. The smell of springtime grass all around me was comforting. I hadn't smelled it since I had moved to St. Paul, but it had always surrounded me back in the little town in Iowa where I had grown up.
Then a breeze danced over me, and the blade of grass bending over my head started tickling me again. I brushed it away and sat up.
Where was I?
I could see nothing but grass, but I didn't smell any cows. The water sound was definitely coming from a largish stream off to my right somewhere beyond the waves of gras
