The cold crawled up my spine and settled onto my skin.
"Winter is here" I remind myself as I sit on the sidewalk with my cigarette in hand.
A new season,
A new beginning.
The tobacco begins to do it's work as my mind begins to fog a little bit.
I inhale, and exhale again, but instead of the smoke,
It's the cool winter breeze that I let flow into my lungs.
I look at my cigarette one more time and flick off the ashes.
Let the ashes remind me that the dead stay dead.
It is a new season,
A new beginning.
So let me not focus on the old,
But instead build upon the new.