Act of Love - Peace, Style and Life on Even Terms

Something about this gentleman caught my eye - the way he was sitting, his leg hanging loose, a cigarette in his hand, smoke in the air (haven't been able to catch that smoke), a defiance or acceptance of life on its terms - not subservient, not hopeful, just on even, equal terms. A warrior. A king. On his throne. 

Or just someone who made peace with himself. With life. Who perhaps loves himself.

Loved his attitude. If I see him again another time I'll buy just to know him some more.