.The enticing view of the smoke filling the glass tube as I pull with my lungs, the quiet crackle of the bowl slowly smoldering and the smell of burning plant matter. sweat in the air as a group of people pass the lighter around a circle blowing the smoke into the fan that is endlessly droning on in the window music. that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere the bass bumps and I feel it in my seat at the same time I pull the slide and feel the smoke rise into my lungs it burns and I fight the urge to cough it was a big hit bigger than intended. I exhale and the song changes something mellow I have heard it before but cant find the name in my brain. I seem to be full of fog disoriented and confused the bong comes to me again I make the split decision to hit it again I feel the rush as I ascend to higher peaks. I begin to move with the music I feel in every bone of my body the only thing I can taste is the smoke on my tongue. as I take a sip of my pepsi I am blindsided by an unbelievable sweetness and a crisp bite of fizz at the end, I have to mentally pull away from the bottle before I drink the whole thing at once. I am handed the bong once again and again I am faced with a decision and when the lighter is in my hand the answer always seems to be the same I take another hit in an endless cycle, I stopped getting higher long ago but still the bong goes round. it feels like time has slowed I feel unable to judge how long I have bee in this place a minute, an hour, a week. You could tell me it had been a decade and I would believe you. the people seem to grow and change while staying in place conversations go from whats up or do you have a lighter, to deep existential questions that seem to come from nowhere. After things are said and done all the weed burned all the smoke in the air, I feel good like a person who has made contact with his inner self, and that of those around me at peace with the world in a way I once was not. Things inside me have changed an almost unnoticeable fracturing ,of who I once was and a rearrangement to who I will be. these things are permanent and potent but not always noticeable to the peering eye hoping for a glimpse inside.