Amnesia Haze
I open up an old blue faded tobacco tin, acquired from an antique store years ago and take out a little plastic jar no wider than 2" in diameter and height. I open the lid and nestle my nose inside, taking in the aroma of pine and citrus as it invigorates my senses.
I remove a bud from the jar, a beautiful mixture of light and deep green, covered with golden and ambery pistils and place it into the grinder. I close the lid and firmly push it down, crushing the dried flower in the process and grinding it in a clockwise and counter clockwise motion. I can feel it breaking down and grinding as I move it around, collecting in the catch below.
I slide open a wooden drawer to the right of me besides the steps I find myself sitting on and take out a glass pipe. I blow out the residual ash and place a couple of pinches of the freshly ground flower into the chamber, packing it in tightly around half full.
With a lighter in hand, I bring the pipe back to my my mouth and place a finger on the choke positioned on the left of the bowl. I flick the lighter and guide the yellow and blue flame into the pipe, breathing in through the mouthpiece to burn the flower, building up smoke in the pipe. After a couple of seconds, I release my hand from the choke, inhaling the thick, aromatic smoke deep into my lungs. I exhale and release the smoke back out to the cold frigid air, creating a thick white cloud in the illuminated dark sky. I take one more hit, inhaling longer and deeper and exhaling once again, this time feeling a tingle in the frontal lobe of my head.
I place everything back into the blue tin and away in the drawer. As I stand up, I take another deep breath through my nose, this time of the crisp alpine air and feel a subtle waive of euphoria come over me. I close my eyes, briefly, if only for a couple of seconds and feel the weight of anxiety escape from my chest and shoulders. I feel my body start to relax.
