I still remember that day, when all appeared to be magic. I was riding home on a bus one day when I saw it. A mystical, beautiful, ravishing smoke, curling from the hillside. All the flora and fauna it rolled over appeared almost ecstatic. When the bus stopped, I ran to the awesome smoke. I ran along the countryside as fast as I could go, the grass and the flowers whooshing by me. When I arrived, I felt as another body, one detached from reality. The mystical purples, pinks, peaches, and reds curled around me. It was almost an epiphany, well more so chaos, of the ever changing colors. As I ascended through the smoke, I could see the sun, beaming brighter than ever before. I was astonished by the pure beauty, as I entered the great smoke cloud. Life was happier, brighter, and lighter. I had reached my Nirvana.