*Levi*
I'm whistling on the way back to the car... some silly tune my mother used to sing when we were little. I don't know why but it's always the first thing that pops in my head when I'm happy about something. It's almost like it's been programmed into me... my mind must associate it with the happiest memories of my childhood.
'Levi....' Tyson says slowly, interrupting my thoughts. 'Focus'
'What, flea bag?' I reply, before warning him "I'm in a good mood right now. Don't ruin it with your mouth.'
'Do you smell that?' Tyson asks, a new sense of urgency in his voice.
I stop, sniffing the air deeply, taking in the scent of the earth, and a hint of moisture in the air... the foretelling of possible rain to come. I take another moment, fully tuning into my surroundings, until the sc
