Cigarillo | Wenatchee, WA | February 2020

From behind a tinted window, I watched the guy smoke his small cigar. He was scruffy and maybe homeless. But puffing away while sitting on a bench in the sun gave him immense pleasure. He’d blow a smoke ring, read a sentence or two from the book in his lap, chuckle at what he’d just learned, puff again and exhale another vaporous circle. Whatever he’d done in life, whatever good or bad turns he’d taken, he’d emerged as a master of leisure. I left the window for two minutes to complete a task, and when I returned the guy was gone. He left behind three things: the butt of his cigar, the sweet smell of smoke, and the impression that happiness can be found in almost any moment.