How about just smoking a cigarette and watching the smoke curling up? To the right, to the left, gliding into curves that melt one into another, tangled, then straight, bent, then round again, mildly twisting with and against each other to subtly dissolve into the ether.
No 'before' and ignoring the 'after', only slowly, gently, tenderly…caressing alternately the cigarette, then the glass of red wine, then…
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