081413 #worm Let's jump out, brave the margin of screaming cold between the water and the fire, and go right into another smoke break. Tonight is just one big smoke break. No matter where you sit, the smoke follows you, probing for your eyes, insisting on your tears. Perch on that pigeon-painted boulder: smoke wafts toward you. Lean against that hunk of washed-up, used-to-be tree: the smoke will find you. The smoke will find you wherever you go, because it has something to tell you.