the breezy days in April
when I saw the sun for the first time in months. We would drive around aimlessly, smoking Marlboro Lights
and listening to The Stereophonics
or Pink Floyd
White clouds were streaked across the sky and gray clouds of our smoke were carried by the chilly air. Every time I exhaled it felt like I was ridding myself of the stagnant winter. I felt free. Free to relax, to share my thoughts.
"A great day for smoking cigarettes." I say.