I would do anything for love, but I won't do that!

The thermometer in my car says 7 degree outside. The snow is spanking the road like an artic Sahara sandstorm.

I pass a house with a shadowy human figure standing huddled near the front entry. He is facing the street which means that he isn't knocking on the door. He shifts his weight from one foot to another.

And then I see the hand move to the mouth and a frail orange glow. A smoker.

On a night like tonight I would give up any vice that made me stand out In weather this ungodly. But not this smoker. He braves the blistering wind to pursue his passion. Wow! What commitment. What love.

I would do anything for love... But I wouldn't do that.