The Postscript: September sunshine
Last updated 9/26/2023 at 11:37am
He was sitting outside his home on a tiny patio, wearing a fedora and smoking a cigar.
He had a portable music player sitting beside him, and he looked as if he was enjoying the September sunshine about as much as anyone could.
“Good afternoon!” I said as I passed.
“Good afternoon!” he agreed.
I don’t smoke, but I like the smell of cigars. My grandpa smoked a cigar occasionally, and the smell of cigar smoke reminds me of my childhood. In fact, all of September reminds me of childhood.
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