My Most Relaxing Place, as a young boy, sitting at the edge of a prairie coulee.... pure quiet.

A young boy sits cross-legged on the edge of a prairie coulee, gazing down at the narrow stream winding below. There are no trees here, only endless waves of tall prairie grass, bending and whispering in the steady west wind that never seems to rest. The air is still, timeless. Far above, a hawk drifts ...