Window Smoker

A woman perches halfway out of an open window, caught between the intimacy of the room behind her and the cool breath of the outside world. Her silhouette is relaxed, one leg dangling, the other tucked up for balance. In her hand, a cigarette burns slowly—its curl of smoke drifting into the dusk like a whispered secret. There’s a quiet defiance in her posture, a fleeting moment of solitude and rebellion. The scene feels cinematic, as though time has paused just long enough for her to exhale.