I now live in a second floor flat above a busy high road. My vantage point is still a novelty and people catch up eye as they come and go. Some faces have become familiar and it's somehow comforting to see them, I wonder where they are going, what they go home to.
From my kitchen window I watched a woman take a drag of her cigarette, it was a blustery day and the wind whisked her smokey out breath upwards and it vanished. I was amazed at how fast breath leaves the body. The unseen made visible by smoke.
