romanreloaded

I walked the dog about fifteen minutes ago, really to have a smoke and not for his benefit.
I stepped out, and it was brisk, refreshing, like a slap in the face, but a nice one, I guess.
I could see my breath when I exhaled, but it wasn't cold enough for me to close my leather jacket.
We took a stroll down the block a few times, and he released his stuff, and I let out some thoughts, myself.
I never had that cigarette, but it was still relaxing.