Something triggered me today. The image of an old lady strolling past me, with a cigarette held lightly between 2 fingers. To me, this is always a fascinating sight. Firstly, how often is such a sighting. Perhaps it is only to me. But well, secondly, I have this itch to get behind the reason for the lady picking up this vice. What was she like back in her heyday? A rebellious young lady? An adventurous one? What was she thinking then? Does she ever regret it? And sometimes, like today, it's hard to connect the old lady of today with the imagined young lady of the past.Labels: myart, mythoughts