It’s the end of my day, I need to relax. . . I roll myself a smoke & disappear out to my porch-swing. The moon is full & stars are out in full force – shining like the beloved memories of loved ones, high above the earth. I light my smoke & have a deep drag on it, blowing it out again, watching the smoke drift towards heaven. Another drag, & then another. . . Oh yes, the stress’s from my day are fading away. I’m smiling over random thoughts that make no sense at all. I stretch & yawn. I’ve had enough of my smoke now, it’s time to go back inside & curl up so I can think my peaceful, mellow thoughts alone. My eyes will close soon, allowing my mind to open up to the world of the sleeping thinkers.