Another lnch time walk today. It’s beautiful outside. My course took me around a neighboring hospital.
Five lost-looking folks emerge from a vehicle.
Me: “What are you looking for?”
Oldest one: “The cancer center.” Puff of smoke in my face.
Me: “Right this way.”
Her: more smoke.
Me: “What brings you to the cancer center?”
Her: “I have cancer.” More smoke.
Me: “It’s right there,” pointing.
Her: more smoke. And the other four with her doing the same.
I continue on my course. The air is no longer so fresh smelling. The sidewalks and benchs seem full of people smoking. It reminds me of how glad I am that smoking generally is not permitted indoors any longer.
Some of the smokers are obviously hospital workers. They know what smoking does. Yet, they smoke.
A patient wearing a hospital robe with pajama bottoms showing and slippers on her feet sits on a short wall and smokes.
Smoke seem to be everywhere. Sometimes a beautiful walk can bring sadness.