Routine

In the morning, in the small coastal town in the south of France where I was born, I would often see people sitting in the quayside bars, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, with their faces marked by the weather, the wind and the sun.
I represent a moment which, at first glance, seems rather gloomy: a jaded-looking person, hot coffee and cigarette in hand, sedentary and leaning on a table in a harbor bistro. His face is expressionless but he feels good.
We need sometimes to STOP and dive into this well-being and introspective loneliness, which we all know, in different ways and which is necessary.