cigarette
[this season...] arose out of the blue, bearing its ghostly air with impregnated frosty scents, able to change the flowers' tints and shapes in its mystery, showed its revelation by trying to concoct plausible reasons for activating my lazy ass... fine adjudicated in some dreams, mixed with smoky music and bittersweet flavor of my bespoken cigarette, spiced like magic with the genial sounds of my morning coffee [this season smiled, viewing on my fantasies]
