In a moment of weakness 2 weeks ago, I had 2 cigarettes with some coffee and enjoyed every bit of the tar and nicotine that glorious little roll provided. Oh! the joy of heady smoke travelling and filling each aveoli, little sacs of clouds. On a quiet night like this, I wish I was back on Arundel's rooftop, ruminating with Pam, catching clouds with sacs as we progress into the winter night.