The other day I was waiting with about 40 other people to cross Bowen Street on to Lambton Quay. After a few moments I could suddenly smell cigarette smoke. After a bit of swivelling, I identified the smoker, standing at the edge of the group.
I looked at the group waiting to cross towards us: no smokers there.
Which set me to pondering on how few smokers there are in New Zealand, or at least, in Wellington. That’s something that pleases me enormously. With any luck the number will dwindle even further so that before too long there are no more smokers at all.
Dreams are free.