The small light gets brighter, invigorated by each drag he takes. Like a small candle burning its wick.
He's standing there against the wall, on the stair of the inner courtyard. Salt and pepper against the grey marble, basking under the liminal lights of the sunset, as dusk gives way to the evening, and the chilly Autumn winds brush against his parka.
His eyes half closed.
"Peaceful", he mutters under his breath.