For Love, or An Addiction

   The bitter cold pricked and pinched Lyle's legs.  The wind shot up his pant legs and shoveled snow down his wool socks.  Wet layers of snow melt drenched his gloves and flattened his hair.  
   Lyle stood in front of his apartment building, shivering for warmth.  Each movement felt as though his bones would snap like an icicle.
   For love, he endured the cold.  
   And, sweet smoke filled his lungs.