CreedOfTheHeart

"I’ll be right back." I stepped outside into the cold night air, immediately hugging myself as I lumbered down the stoop. It was one of those chilly November nights, those that the sailors of old dreaded. The winds could change their direction at a whim and were biting cold even among the safety of tall trees, let alone open water. I smelled snow coming in on the wind, tinged with the spicy aroma of chimney smoke. I tapped out a cigarette from the pack and stuck it in the corner of my mouth. I lit it, cupping the flame against the wind as I paced the sidewalk, trying to keep warm and thinking bitterly on how I hate this habit that for