i am walking, or am i swimming? the night is drowing in humidity, the breeze is dense and slick. two men smoke, a blue cloud embodies them. i walk past. street lights are glowing softly in the haze. i can see the end of the street; a blurry panorama. i hear their muffled conversation. are they laughing about me? i dont know, but they are in my past now. the smell of cigarettes lingers on my palet one step closer to home.