THE Sativa FILES: Episode 1.0 Sitting down hard from exhaustion Angel inhaled sharply as the rough bark from the fallen walnut tree scraped her skin. With her soft breath out there were thin yet visible wisps of moisture hanging in the still air. A chill running through her spine with the realization of the temperature drop Angel unbuckled and shrugged off the hiking pack. Scooting her behind to access the pack she again scraped the unprotected skin of her leg as she turned and unzipped the top of her dark purple bag. Wincing she reached her hand inside and searched around before softly wrapping her fingers around a lumpy wool sock as Angel's face turned to a soft smile from the comforting feel. Pulling out the sock and carefully emptying it into her lap, Angel let the little green pebble spoon from Grav gently rest on her thigh. The days tension beginning to slip away with the ritual ahead already in mind. The light crinkle of the baggie filled with a fortune cookie strain…