I take a deep breath in and lower myself onto the blanket of grass behind me. I feel the light prickle of the blades on the back of my arms and legs. The sky has a purple hue under the blackness and is freckled with dazzling stars. The full moon casts a lazy, dim glow onto lightly swaying goldenrod around my head. The low bellow of a cow rumbles in the distance, adding to the melody of cicadas moving their legs like tiny field violinists. I try to still the thudding of my anxious heart in my ears, thrumming like an ancient, tribal drum. I force myself to focus on the trickle of the creek beneath me, it’s pattering akin to a nursery rhyme- sweet, soft, soothing. My senses calm for a moment and I close my eyes.