Damn you smokers! You look so cool out there in the cold and the rain. Bundled up in your failed attempt to keep warm from the elements. Your shoulders shrugged to protect your sensitive necks from the harsh wind. You look like you are having fun; huddled in a circle, but not close enough to feel warmth from your companions. Your condensed breath and smoke breathing all over each others bodies. The quick pulls on your cigarettes from your shaking hands, the only light coming from the soft glow of your tiny fire sticks. I used to be one of you, Damn you for making me remember, but I think I'll stay inside.