I took this shot whilst I was over in Petersfield recently.
I spotted this lady relaxing; and after quickly capturing this shot; I began to remember all too well when I myself used to be a smoker!
I reflected back and with some degree of affection I might add! On just how enjoyable the thought of collecting together the associated paraphernalia from my pockets; and the anticipation prior to carrying out the ritual involved in constructing a cigarette.
This feeling for me; never seemed to change.
I know now that this was addiction…pure and simple!
I truthfully don’t know now what I saw in this now; but habitually usually after being busy or having just enjoyed a meal; or after a coffee or tea was brewed…a cigarette was deemed essential.
It complimented these occassions perfectly!
I would usually without thinking; sit myself down; locate my tobacco tin, take out a filter and a liquorice paper (my preference at the time) and I would slowly and methodically construct myself a ‘roll up’
After licking the line of glue on the edge of the paper I would then continue to manipulate the cigarette between my fingers and thumbs; before eventually tapping down both ends on the top of the lid of my backy tin.
Finally I would then flick open my Zippo lighter whilst striking the flint and light it up!
That first inhalation though!
Aw… it just never failed to hit the spot for me; never!
It was obviously a very unhealthy habit though…and smelly! And messy!
But oh…it tasted so fine!
At that time I was genuinely of the firm belief that it helped relax me and to help me chill out?
That’s why whenever I see people who smoke and enjoying their cigarette; I can’t ever be a hypocrite or attempt to demonise them! I just reflect back on my own addictive behaviour; and try to appreciate exactly how it is they are feeling? So there you go.
This good lady though with her shopping now complete; sipping her cup of strong coffee having just secured herself a comfortable seat outside; albeit damp! Her bag of provisions by her side; one ‘Rizla Roll Up’ between the fingers of her left hand… and not a care in the world.
Each to their own I say!