The road was narrow and lined
with beautiful Spruce trees on either side,
and the clouds were thick
as the sun came down ahead of us.

We drove at a comfortable gait
floating around curves and breathing
what must have been the taste
of Heaven On Earth.

We must be dead, it’s too perfect
I chided to Mr. Hugo, and he smiled
and reached in to his pocket and
tapped a couple pills from the bottle
that he’d found in there.

Heavenly at least, he replied
as he took the tiny capsules
and gazed more easily in to the densely-packed
woods around us.

There were mailboxes going by
on the left side of the car,
and a few handsome houses
we could see as we rolled onward.

I mentioned that these Heavenly bits
are a fine piece to spend a lot of
hard-earned cash on.
He questioned the part where the cash
was ‘hard earned’, but we could only
make assumptions of the virtues
of the owners of these parcels,
and so as the great, beautiful sun
set before us,
we digressed in to admiration.