On occasion, I will indulge in my very bad habit. It's terrible and awful and I just enjoy it so much.
On occasion, my husband will bring home a cigar and we will sit on the front porch and share it.
It's bad, I know. But nothing makes me chill and zen faster than front porch sitting, and if a cigar happens to pass between us, all the nicer.
In the dusky fading evening light, feet propped up on the rail, dogs sitting with us, watching the neighborhood slow down, it is one of my favorite places to be.
Might need to get a warmer sweatshirt on....these September evenings have turned a tad chilly!