Sitting here with a pipe in my gob just relaxing and thinking. The Hobbie we have can be so fulfilling. Picking the tobacco, either an old favorite, or trying something new. The ritual of packing the bowl. What ever method works for you, I like placing the pipe close to the tobacco and slowly sprinkling the tobacco into the bowl, lightly packing and repeat until full. Then softly dancing a flame across the top of the pipe. Watching the tobacco turn gray as it releases it's flavor. The soft tamp and relite. The flavor hitting your mouth, ahhh, nice. Then the brain seems to shift into a different gear, not fast, or slow...smooth works better. Thoughts of what lays ahead for the day. Thoughts of events just passed. Remove the pipe and glance at the soft glowing cherry hiding just under a blanket of gray ash, put the pipe back for another sip. The smoke being pushed to the back of the mouth and up thru the nose...snork, they actually gave this a name?!? After all these years I find it actually has a name. The clock ticks away as I ponder the mysteries of life, not all of them, just the important ones. Why do we drive on a parkway, but park on a driveway? If a woman gets a manicure, why can't a man get a womanicure? Why is it called a HEMroid and not a HERroid, be more accurate! After that one, needed a relite. Dang, wasn't a relite, actually completed the pipe! Nothing left but ash, and still haven't figured anything out. Guess there's always next time. Any ramblings out there, please feel free to add. Hope this finds everyone in good health and having a great day!