Perched on a curb
     Blue Glass
          Red Wine

Inhale...
               crackle crackle
Whoosh...

     I hang my own clouds in the sky tonight.
     The corners of my mouth turn upwards
I am surrounded by my familiar twinkling friends.

Inhale...
          A brightening ember crescendo of light illuminates the tip of my nose in the dark night.
Somehow, this feels
           Magical...
                    Comfortable...
                              Right.
This time I breathe in the cool night air.
I am content to be alive.