With her name escaping my lips, I opened my eyes to view a sky that knew only the meaning of beginning. It bore the face of God, and the face of God was just like my own. Not as ginger, mind you, but similar. Getting to my feet, I raised my hands as high as they could go. My body was nude, and the clothes I’d been wearing were scattered all about on the grass in every direction. Nearby was my satchel full of plundered feathers, not to mention a tin of tobacco. Walking over to it with a warm breeze blowing against the exposed skin of my balls, I rolled a cigarette and struck a match. Sucking in the smoke was one of the dirtiest and most beautiful things I had ever done. It made me lightheaded almost immediately, and as I swayed from side to side in the same manner as the trees, it seemed as though I was right back where I belonged. In this city. In this skin. Beyond the trees, the rooftops appeared just the same as they always had. And yet what a welcome sight they were, for it was a reminder that I was once again back in the land of man, and that meant I was closer to her. Holding the smoke in my lungs until it burned, the world spun, and I promptly fell to the ground in a fit of giggles. If anyone found my naked and laughing self, they would’ve thought me mad, and how right they would be. I’d seen things for how they were. Seen things they wouldn’t believe, and all that mattered was the light I carried inside, and how that light burned so much brighter with her in my life.