And she sits there, over on the bolder watching the hills roll over another. Soaking up the rays of sun. Her freckled skin was luminous and her beads on her dreads sparkled in the summer glow. All was calm and peaceful as she flicked her lighter and held it to the brim of the glass pipes bowl. She filled her lungs with the mystical substance and blew it into the breeze. All was well that day.