Where there is a habit, there is also rehab.
Not in the case of nicotine, that morning ritual of drinking coffee, the first sip, and the first smoke. I admit, there were attempts to get rid of it - but since I found myself on the street at 5:45 am this morning on the way to the market (cause I run out of it) - all of them seem like pretty much unsuccessful.
Yes, it was me wandering through the empty streets, among the buildings whose windows were still in the dark, only a few indicating that someone is also awake.
I like to make up stories in my head about people through whose windows I can peek at, see a piece of furniture or wallpaper, anything that will spread my imagination.
Who are they, what do they do, what do they have for a meal, how many souls lives there? All those random thoughts as I lazily walk down the street.
The goodies have arrived, this guy was struggling with unloading which made me laugh at one point, running up and down trying to restrain the crane.
Pretzels, anyone?
Come on, you won't regret it, the fresh ones are just baked and taken out of the oven.
See, I have more bad habits besides nicotine, at least this one is delicious and I have no intention to get rid of it.
Thank you 