The first hour went by so slow that I gave up after half of it. Of course John laughed at my weakness but after ten minutes by himself he dropped in the grass next to me under a few trees. I sat there, leaning back on my hands, and stared off across the land. Where the flower field ends the dirt began and the woods continued far beyond that. We sat at the entrance to the woods where we came in on a small patch of grass under a few huge trees. The wind was always colder in the shade and it dried the sweat that dripped down my chest. I glanced down at John, who lay on his back with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. His blonde hair blew with the wind and the way his tan skin gleamed with the sweat against the bits of sun that snuck through the branches made him look like porcelain
