Here on the balcony I let the cool air and a majestic linden tree with its dark leaved branches reach out to soothe me but the night conjures memories from the past that I try to blow away in the smoke of my cigarette. In the back of my mind I recall a girl, a fragility in leather. Did she exist or is she a construct of my brain? I try to drown out my thoughts with some blues. I am going somewhere I really don’t want to go and tonight I am breathing just for the light.