a café cigarette

She waved her cigarette through the air, chatting animatedly, the cigarette sending up noxious twirls of smoke, like small smoke signals punctuating her sentences. He watched her, transfixed by her energy. That, he thought, with such finality it was almost arrogant, is the one for me.

dandelion seeds – we’re all just blowing in the wind

Does it matter? What we fill this world with while we’re here? Some people say life’s a bitch and then you die, and for some I guess maybe it is like that. But what about the good parts? What about all the beauty? The leaves surrounding you on an autumn walk to work, new soft…