The Valley and the Hills

The grass was deep. From where he lay he could see only green in his peripheral vision. Arms stretched out at both sides, his body cut a stout, lopsided asterisk in the hillside. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with warm, humid air and as he slowly exhaled he imagined he was blowing the clouds on their course far above the valley. He closed his eyes and made the sky break apart into hundreds and thousands of tiny shards, spilling down onto the town below. When the storm was over he opened his eyes and observed the shrinking sky and the ground closing in on him as he sank deep into the hungry soil.