A Good Day For It

It was a brilliantly lovely fall day today. On my lunch break I saw a woman walking in the park, smoking a cigarette. I applauded her freedom. Obviously smoking was the thing she wanted to do in that moment, with the sunshine in her hair and mild breeze on her skin. So why shouldn't she? There are those who would make out like it's some sort of moral failing on her part, for wanting to light up instead of taking advantage of the fresh air, but maybe she'd had enough of fresh air. Maybe what she really needed right then was a good, clean smoke. Without apology, without filters.