Sometimes I manage to write it down...

I tend to do a lot of writing in my head. This is fantastic and not so fantastic both. When it's happening, I'm more often driving or doing something in which I don't have the capability to stop and write it down or even record it. But, this morning was a bit different. I had an idea, a brief line or so that described a moment in the morning that encapsulates a little piece of the human soul. It's not much, but here it is:

I see her nearly every morning-- lips wrapped around a cigarette, breathing in contemplation and blowing out smoke like mist in the cool morning air.

I'm not one to romanticize  smoking in any way, but you can't help but notice when someone has a ritual about them, especially when it's done in the pre-dawn hours under a porch light in near perfect quiet.