It is not too too bad. But two days ago was better (16 smokes in 12 hours). 'Black is the colour of my true love's hair' sings Nina Simone. How divinely talented she is and her songs are beautifully written. Poetry. The mood is better now after having confided in the wisdom of the sun outside, basking in Its light and warmth. I asked to remember this moment. It was divine: i saw the world , my hood, as a fascinating place thanks to the Wisdom (of God or The Sun).