Amazing when ones thinks about it. Raindrops herald the life giving liquid the entire world needs in order to exist. Right now the raindrops sound a little bit sporadic and huge whilst they splatter against the skylights. At first, I thought one of the cats was scratching on the carpeted stairs until I realized the sound was echoing all around me. It reminds me of being in a tree fort on a summer’s day and the rain beginning to drop upon the wooden rooftop.
I used to smoke cigarettes and frankly I began smoking at the tender age of eleven. This after I had experimented with the lighting of tobacco a bit during the previous two years. By the time I was eleven I was a true, full-blown smoker. Later in life it would take me eight times to finally break this horrid habit and end up with the effects of asthma. If only I never smoked has entered my mind many times. But getting back to the rain on the tree fort, I recall reaching into my Wrangler peddle-pusher-pants to draw out the partially crushed cigarette package. I tried many of the blended tobaccos until finally, I settled on mentholated ones called KOOL.
Striking the match I watched as the red flint burst into red, yellow-orangish fireworks at the end of the cardboard matchstick. Once lit the flame would settle into a clear, blue and red flame. if you exhaled too much breath it would extinguish the whole deal and you would have to begin again. Touching the lit match to the end of the cold cylinder of paper bound tobacco, I would get excited knowing I would draw this tube’s air inward in order to begin puffing on the smoke. Inhaling the smoke from the tobacco was satisfying and sometimes when I had smoked one, I would remove a fresh cigarette and light it from the burning tip of the first. I was completely hooked and to this day, I remain addicted to the nicotine. What a shame!
I loved smoking and being hidden from the world in the tree fort. If it rained, then so much the better as I felt withdrawn and secluded. Private if you will. My rising sign is Scorpio and my Venus is in the sign of Cancer. The scorpion and the crab. No wonder I loved being able to burrow in and gaze out at the world.
The rain has stopped and even though I am tucked away in the loft I feel as if it is a tree fort, but this time it is smoke free.