Inhale, sweet inhalation
Of harsh grey fog – weathered not.
Bring infestation – internal pleasure.
Breathe heavy, soft breath
I was sitting at a coffee shop waiting for a friend. Out of the corner of my eye I could see smoke, tracing circles in the air - broken momentarily, only to create a cloud - a puff of grey; and then the trail continued.
It wasn't the first time I watched someone smoke, however in that moment, it just looked so beautiful, like some weird and abstract art form. If only there was a way to preserve it, as the grey turned to orange, before it turned to black ...