A pot smokers dream
Each day is a tidal wave.
Can you see it coming?
Can you feel it rushing over you?
Can you feel the waves washing away at the shore?
The mummer of a crowd of people as they walk pass.
What will happen at the end of the day as the light slowly sets?
A wonderful blend of colors; the sky becomes one with the sea.
An endless stretch; and then blackness takes over; blanketed by stars.