Little Pasture on the Prairie

I woke up the other night from a dream that seemed so important I couldn’t go back to sleep. “I have to remember this,” I told myself.Usually, my dreams fade before morning. Amazingly, this one did not, but groggily reflecting on the dream over a steaming cup of coffee, the rosy light of morning streaming in through the kitchen windows, my waking self wasn’t sure it was as profou...