It was the longest cigarette she had ever smoked. The most toxic, clouded, cough filled puff of nicotine she ever inhaled. It disappeared eventually, with the wind as she let out the long awaited final drag. The sun touched her skin for the first time in years. The flowers bloomed and the crisp clean mountain air filled her lungs as she walked away. The burnt bud flicked from her hand, stomped on with her foot. A breeze blowing away the cloud of smog, she finally felt clean.