hair

This morning, I thought about hair. Hair is so weird actually. It sprouts out of our heads mostly. To keep us warm? To make us attractive? I cultivate mine long. The wind whips it around in serpentine tendrils. and I can't see. What's the big deal about hair? But it's fun to play with: color it, wrap it this way or that, make it flip or curl or go dead straight in whatever way strikes your fancy. or wrestle with it til one of you gives up in exasperation. Boys play with their hair too; it's not just a girl thing. Time for change? Do something to my hair. sometimes I want to shave it all off. just to see what happens. just to see how lumpy and pasty my head is. just to give my scalp a chance to catch some rays and get some vitamin D straight from the sun. hair, hair, everywhere. this crazy wad of stuff on my head.