By: Christopher Russell April 8, 2015  He coughed and wrapped the scarf thrice around. The boots’ laces were weathered at tips. Layer upon layer laid upon his lean frame, He planted the cigarette on his lips. And wrapped the scarf around, finally. Once outside, the air stabbed like needles, The breath froze in his nose, crystalline. Each morning he smoked before the days’ drudgery. The … Continue reading Routine