Esme Green

The grass swayed with the breeze. The painted sky casted light over the field, streaks of blues and pinks intertwining above the clouds, tinting them purple. The sun shone through them, intensifying the array of colors. I reached into my bag and listened to items clank as I searched for my grinder. My bowl laid beside me on my crocheted blanket. I lightly gripped the bud with the tips of my fingers and packed the piece. The orange and green of the glass glistened in the sun, revealing the crumbs of weed and smoke rushing to my lungs. My throat burning at the intensity. Deep breathing the summer air as I watched the smoke clouds of cannabis sifting above the blades of grass, watching my problems wisp away and pretending I felt peace for the brief moment my insides filled up with vapor. Away from all of the petty bullshit and the potent toxicity of my household, I allowed myself to fall onto the blanket, little droplets of weeds falling from the tips of my finger and catching the fuzzy edges of the blanket. The only evidence of my delinquency. I held onto the moment as I watched the sun hide beneath the trees. If only I could fade away into nothingness as well. Close my eyes and allow myself to quietly be carried away, following June's gentle wind, losing myself in the day dream of the Summer evening.