Golden Locks

I'm growing my hair out.

This is something I haven't done since my involuntary bowl cut days.

But we way beyond bowling length here.

My sheet's curling at the bottom.

I got locks.

For the first time in my life, when I wiggle my head, my hair follows. Instead of just wiggling as I wiggle, it takes a minute to catch up.

This is part of the new me.

Or rather, today me.

But I'm not sure how long this goes.

The hair or the duration.

Grandmasters seem to have long flowing hair, though.

Or are bald.

No middle ground.

So I'll probably go one way or the other.

Give me time.

I will say, it's all pretty much silky black.

I would have expected more silver and grey by this age.

Not a complaint, an observation.

Another:

Here sits an old(ish) man.

Typing away at a musings column.

Going on and on about his silly hair.

What a blessing.

To be just right.