Somewhere in GOA.

A steep narrow track by the side of sweet water lake begins where the Sandy land of beach ends and Stony mountain begins. As i started  to track, the sound of waves splashing heavy volumes of water on stones turned into melodies sung by crickets and other insects. The trail takes you into the dense, dark and distracting forest. From the beach where I were able to stare at horizon and stretch my vision as far as I can, from that open and wide scenery i walked into a place where i felt blind and vision less with eyes open. I hardly blinked. I check counted my breath, my heartbeat is not normal, it is as fast as slow it was on the beach, the thing that didn't stop was the track and my steps. I continue following my friend @dontdieonmebub. 
The reflection of the colourful headboards of bars and bistros was visible on surface of lake water from the woods and leaves, as I looked above at the sky, the half moon was grouped hundreds of stars spreading moonlight onto me and my friends I have ever seen in my life. Not only me, and my friends, not only the trees, branches and leaves around us, the whole forest was dipped and set back into the light silver night.
We continued to climb and left the lake behind, after a couple of minutes we were accompanied by the sound of fresh water source that came from somewhere up at the hill and dissolved in the lake after travelling down the ridge.
We finally reached the place where we planned to take halt, it was hardly 20 square feet but a nature made camp base, perfect for bonfire, camping and meditation. we decided to turn off our mobile flash lights, for a while it was darker than how I have seen dark with closed eyes, the sound of matchstick rubbing the igniter and the sound of explosion of the match stick top  were clear to hear, and as one of us inhaled the herbal necessity, the tip of joint was red lit now.
the smoke worked as the fragrance in the forest, the lit joint shared among us was like a red flying Firefly who sat on the lips of every Traveller in the dark. the place was so dense that I was only able to see the half of half moon. For these five minutes without listening music, without seeing any light, without touching anything, without breathing the usual air, I and my lungs just tasted the herb that is common among not so common smokers of these days. I was n dark, with half of the half moon, with humans or I would say aliens if this planet who are now my brothers, there were only few and good things around me, I was at the best place I have been so far. I was somewhere in GOA.