Everything in it's right place.

After a day of climbing trees higher than manmade prisons, I return to the embracing bong. It was a stairway to heaven and I pushed myself to the top. The feeling of accomplishment overwhelmed me and I gave my friends a smile. We three, the most unlikely of combinations were watching the sun set in this two hundred year old tree, 65 meters above the ground. Smoking a J and seeing the treetops align like mushrooms on a dewy meadow, it was heaven, or at least as close as I’ve ever been.

We had some wine at a local winery with the cool midday sun pressing up against our faces. The taste of the fruity beverage made my heart race, it was like a dream I would never dream. And the close encounters with familiar feelings made my knees tremble.