Zen Epicurianisms

When I light my first cigarette in the morning

I

Just let it burn...

I wrap my hands around the day's  first very warm cup of coffee enjoying its aroma while reflecting on the snow wolf before me ~~ I postpone the moment of placing it to my lips.
Perfect zen epicurean moment.

Pretty similar situation as I just read this holding the mornings first coffee in my hand staring out at the snow falling down over sweet boulevard de Rosemont, just as white as when I first set foot here last year and decided this my place.

Fixed Cross wrote:

Pretty similar situation as I just read this holding the mornings first coffee in my hand staring out at the snow falling down over sweet boulevard de Rosemont, just as white as when I first set foot here last year and decided this my place.

I absolutely love that first snowfall. I love all snowfalls especially if they do not "stick", except for blanketing the trees.
Such a pristine landscape to me.
But the first one of the season is like welcoming an old friend back again.

Pezer wrote:

When I light my first cigarette in the morning

I

Just let it burn...

This is a very cool, laid-back kind of ambiance.
The rich glow in the dark.














~~ though I think that smoking is "uncool". But that's just me.