The rain picks up, and the water, sliding down the roof, drips onto the air conditioner. The warblers sing their hectic song; one warbles above all the others, is complemented by harmonious rebuttals, and then silence. A cigarette is a fascinating thing when you take the time to analyze it; I sit on this porch, holding the cigarette between my eyes, and I watch it burn. The cherry is an interlaced cone, with a deep red glow illuminating its texture. Grains of ash are stacked centimeters high, each one running a course diagonally to the other. They remain tangible, yet spent and useless. I flick my cigarette, and they collapse. As the ashes grow in number, their ugliness is multiplied. Black and gray soot, which appears materially sound, crumbles and smears your fingers. Even the biggest trail of ash is no object to the human hand; it is simply an unwanted byproduct of combustion, which exists because the laws of the Earth require it to. And it litters this porch, and makes it less welcoming. Yet the smoker feels attached to it because it is a result of his efforts. So I take another drag.
Damn dude, you should perform in a coffee shop, to the beat of a drum, with a small goatee. No, this is seriously some good shit, going to go smoke now. It's not raining here, but I'll read that out loud when it does, I'll try and sound deep repeating it to my friends ha ha.
I love it! I sat outside and chain smoked like 5 cigarettes once and watched it rain. Probably in my top 3 favorite things to do while baked.
Nahh, if I had been I probably would've typed three words and gave up. Agreed, I'll smoke a couple with a friend while it's raining; it's such a great environment for some deep conversation. Even alone, I enjoy taking in the world around me while smoking a cigarette. Thanks for all the positive vibes, keep smoking
really nice writing man, i like the way you described everything. lol, i could see someone doing this at a coffee shop, to the beat of a drum, with a small goatee.
