I stood there entranced by the falling snow.

It pulled me in and it seemed like there was just the snow and me.

It seemed like if you held your breath, you could even here it hitting the ground.

I didn't want to feeling to end, it had been so long since I felt this way.

So one cigarette turned into two,

then five,

then ten.

I stood out there, in the middle of the street, for an hour.

Just watching the snow fall.