float on.

I’m walking down the street and I look across the road. There is a junkie standing at a green council street bin. He is raking through the discarded cigarette stubs looking for just enough to smoke. In the same moment my eye catches a young girl whose hand has just loosened on a pink balloon. The balloon slips up and into the air, floating away with the curves of the wind. In the same moment the junkie finds a cigarette worth lighting up.