Thankful for the quick moments to pass by observing eyes. The window looking out allows for speculation. This act remains the only act.
A quick drive by of a car wash headed to Chicago, I quickly notice the only employee sitting down smoking a cigarette. The smoke released by this person stops time. For the few seconds between his release of smoke, I simply squint my eyes and somewhat smile at this site. To see this smoke twirl in the air moves me. This energy in motion of smoke transforms into a cloud of nothing. In the words of Queen, "Nothing really matters". Nothing really matters to me says Freddie. Perhaps catching this moment of released smoke serves no one. To see remains the blessing.
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