Sounds good. I'd probably be scouting the area for anything either edible or psychedelic and mushroom shaped, poking up from the grass.
As for my something good...lets just say it was light tan, with a few larger more compact chunks in a fine, dusty powder, and placed in a little glass pipe with a needle-like taper to the tip, not lit, but gently heated from below, rolling and rotating the pipe, as a little dark 'beetle' scurries up and down, as if fleeing the flame, and producing roiling clouds of slightly bitter, aromatic vapour, filling my lungs and exiting out of my nose, or else a little dab placed on foil and again carefully heated with a small flame, to avoid burning it instead of vaporizing it.
A little gift from mother nature, or at least, a semisynthetic derivative of the Papaver somniferum, derived from its processed, cleaned and chemically modified latex. Quite nice stuff, too. And from a source who could guarantee it free of fentanyl or its multitude of vastly overpotent, dangerous, cold, clinical, sterile feeling, euphoria-less analogs. Just good honest horse.
You seem to be lost in your own thoughts.