Smoke

At first glace, a simple stream of smoke seems just that - simple. On the surface, it is simple; traveling straight up into the room, dissapating without a second thought from you. Look deeper: It's not so simple.... always unique. The transformation is much like life: Straight at first. Then wavering. Soon, swirling in a heavy mass. Lifting in different directions. Reuniting again, but this time, a little less heavy. Traveling further and further up in unison. Eventually, it's gone, leaving only a distinct smell - stinky to some, sweet to others, but nonetheless, it is a memory of the past.Smoke with me........