I sat there in the cold of winter twilight,
The white snow falling around me,
The cold gripping my body like a scorned lover,
I smiled, this bitter cold had always been my favorite,
It felt living in a way,
Like it was the very death rattle of nature,
The time where all things die to be born anew in spring,
I took a drag from my cigarette feeling the carcinogenic smoke fill my lungs,...