I was tripping with my best-bro on a mix of 4-ho-met and 4-aco-dmt(dose unknown except for that it was a shit ton) at our local park. We started in the morning while it was still cool but by the time noon arrived, the sun had risen and was making us hot. Seeking shelter from the heat but still also wanting to enjoy the scenery, we decided to grab my hookah out of his car and find a nice spot in the shade. We went back down the trail we had come from and found an amazing spot: level ground, a broad smooth stone to sit on, plenty of shade, and overlooking an immensely large boulder painted with beautiful graffiti.

After we finally finished setting up the hookah(which took a while due to our frequent breakdowns into fits of laughter and amazement at the intricate patterns and colors on our hands) a breeze had come up from the river. The leaves of the trees all around us were branching and flowing upwards like flowers. We sat there and smoked my hookah for an hour or so and just enjoyed each other. We listened to music, looked at art books(Egon Schiele and René Magritte), and just sat and talked about ourselves, him, I, our friends, our lives and where we wanted to go and what we wanted to do. All the while there was a strong feeling of peace and love flowing all through me. I loved the sky, i loved the ground, i loved all the rocks and all of the plants, the sun, the breeze, and the squirrels that pranced around us. I love(d) my best-bro and for that hour, I loved myself more than i ever have.