As the cigarette butt hits the ground, sparks scatter like starts at the beginning of time, expanding like the space between galaxies as the universe infinitely grows; suddenly time freezes like a New England ice storm: the shower of sparks glittering in the darkness like a firework on the Fourth of July. The people are also frozen, blank faces, faces full of sadness, laughter, love frozen in an atomic moment of life captured in the flicking of a cigarette.