I feel so small while we sit on the snow covered beach. Water stretching out before us, forever stretching above us. The clouds form a dizzy spiral around the moon. We agree it looks like a flower.

Silence.

Not akward, good silence. Particles of snow dance in the moonlight, a turtle swims by in the sky.

"I feel like Im tripping" I say "This must be what high on life feels like"

We are cradled in gods outstretched arms disguised as moonbeams. I want to tattoo this moment to memory. I've never felt so loved, so content, so religious, so touched.

Ash, Inhale, deeper, exhale.

While yin and yang make peace with one anothers differences and the world, they speak to god with their smoke as scriptures of the soul.

"Do you have time to split another?" Yin asks.

I wish I could have captured the moment more, the immobile rippling clouds, the moon, waves crashing. A moment- one of millions - but it was more.

....

Hiding to burn another a couple hours later, the sky has darkened.

"God isn't here" I say to yin

"Its not that easy" she says

I understand.

Two flakes of fallen snow reflect light at me off of a nearby street lamp. They resemble eyes and it makes me feel like maybe he's watching me always.

Maybe it is that easy, I think, Maybe it is that simple.