| It was snowing today. I had to work. I slept through my alarm, slept through my wake-up call. I made it in a half hour late - half asleep still. Two hours into my day, I took my first break. I have two choices on break - I can sit in a tiny break room and make uncomfortable conversation with whomever happens to be there, or I can go outside and have a cigarette. No sane, non-smokers would go outside and stand in a snow storm. I don't claim to be either.|
I slip out of the side door of the building, and take refuge in the alcove of the next doorway. I light up a cigarette and look around. Large, playful, snowflake clumps were falling, thick as an old sweater. Won't last much longer, I think, remembering I've been told the larger the flake, the faster it passes.
People shuffle quickly inside the building for cover, heads bowed to avoid a stray flake falling on their sullen cheeks and adding a hint of glee. A clump of mingled flakes plops on my head. It goes straight to my scalp, and begins to melt. I laugh as the water streams down my face. White all around me, walls of it. A face looks up towards me, then bows again as the owner quickly makes their way inside, less too much snow lands on them and weighs them down in their hurry.
I look down at my cigarette. Ah well, time to go inside.