This mornig my power was out because we had a big snowstorm. The only place I am aloud to smoke is in the basement. If toking under candlelight sounds romantic and peaceful well its not. Its really freakn hard to see what your doing.
I always go on hikes, and come across some little abandoned shack. Usually, I'll take that opportunity to have a bowl with no wind interferance. Sometimes the sun is barely lighting the inside, and there's probably a nest of mice in most of them, but I still treasure the memories of sparking up in those old houses in the woods.