There was a young woman working full time in a small town not far from the city. The town of smokers and players. Sure, there are nice to see when your taking the wheel of an old beat up truck . Slowely cruising down the highway with the window half rolled down . You can see and smell the fresh december air of grass and cows trotting in the shamrock green fields.

The young woman had walked the night time streets pouring thoughts and mindful questions. The breeze had often made chills...