Camping

sometimes I wonder why I sparked that forest.
sometimes I wonder why my mind got infatuated with smoke circles and passing of the talking stick.
the breeze feels just perfect flowing through your hair.
the touch ever so slightly raises the goosebumps from your skin.
the smell of skunk and smoke fills the lungs.
the warmth of the fire keeps a cold sweat.
and we pass it to the left hand side.