A Roll of the Dice

The grass along the Luce Line Trail was tall enough to form a soft cushion. I was riding my Trek touring bicycle when I hit a patch of sand at the bottom of a hill and tumbled into the high grass sideways, landing on it like a cushion. I laughed and thought to myself; this was my first fall in 20 years, and I landed on a bed of grass.
I sat down to take a drink of water at this unplanned rest stop.
There, deep in the grass along the Luce Line Trail, -(once the Luce Line railroad line) I saw a pair of dice. A pair. Not just one, which might make it seem random, but 2 laying next to each other. They were yellowed from age, and they were made of ivory.