Something about the fabulous fall weather

Six months ago Tuesday, I walked out of a hotel in England and lit up a cigarette. I haven't done this since:

Of course I'm glad I've quit, for what seems to be, for good. Of course I'm proud of myself. But sometimes, oh god sometimes I want nothing more than to go sit outside in the brisk fall air and wrap my lips around that slim little seductress and, well, and the rest is just so personal and I've never been one to kiss and tell.