Chase folded his hands behind his head as he laid in the field below Mother's Hill, surrounded by all kinds of little creatures and trees and flowers. "I feel like I'm in a Disney movie," he said out loud. His guitar was resting right by his side, as it usually was. The case was open, by his feet, with several different-colored picks resting on the smooth leather.
Staring up at the sky, Chase decided to do something that he hadn't done since he was a little kid, spending summers outdoors playing with his sister. He looked at the clouds and tried to identify shapes in the fluffy white orbs of condensation that fascinated so many people.
