Mondosmose

Everyday this same man walked up and down the street. Smoke drifted away from this man as man would stop only for a moment on the same corner to light a cigarette. Always wearing the same leather jacket, the same beat up baseball cap and the same ragged sneakers he would stroll around the corner around the same time of day, everyday. The soft glow of his cigarette was the only thing you could see of this mans face. His face shaded by the dark grays and black that surrounded him and his being. Nothing ever seemed to change for that man, always around the same time, he would meander up and down the same street at the same sleepy pace. Everyday,