I remember the first time I ever smoked hash, it was old school pressed dry sift that we bought on Haight street. I remember seeing shimmering reflections on the sidewalk at night, like a heat mirage reflecting traffic lights, streetlights, and my face.
One of my other friends was also seeing shimmering reflections of the moon, even though it was too foggy to see the moon or the stars.
At least I think it was hash hahaha
That was the black market days, but I don’t know what else it could have been