A bright spring day, the sun just past its zenith. A meadow lark sang amid the bright green shoots of the season's first grass. Near a burbling brook a willow tree swayed in the soft breeze. The field was open, with a few trees dotting the landscape.
Leilani stood under the willow, dozing slightly. She hadn't felt well that morning, but she was finally beginning to feel like herself again. Still a little tired, her head nodded in time with the bird song. The drone of a nearby bumble bee adding to the restive nature of a perfect spring day. She hadn't noticed anyone else around.
