By way of resurrecting the blog after nearly 2 years' hibernation, I want to relate a little story. There may be no point in it, as it is not my intention to make one.
Anyhow, weary after work one wintry day I sat on a steel green bench in front a crowded cafe called Sakeena. It was a beautiful day, a little sunny, though nobody seemed to notice. I looked at the the shy sun with eyes closed. If it stared back at me, I never knew how it looked. My temples did feel warm.
This bloke came over and asked me, quite politely: hi howzit going? Can I share the sun?
With an affirmative nod, I replied. Sure.
About a minute later he snapped out a butt from his pocket and began puffing. Now, I didn't quite like this. As a matter of fact, I had wanted to be able to eventually say "I'm finished with smoking", I tried to avoid exposure to the nail's coffin. Quitting smoking as some of you may know, is real easy. No big deal, in my case, I've tried several times ;p)
Finally I threw him another nod. Must go now, mate. It's all yours now.
Excuse me?
I pointed upwards and said" "The sun."
