November 29, 2003
The swish tangle of hair falls to the ground in a snip snap of scissors. The warm smell of product fills the air and the sway of a freshly mown lawn swings in the wind. A smile and fresh sparkle of tinsel lighten the dark heaviness of static. Change creates its own dimension in the mind and the sometimes the body follows and sometimes the will changes as the body swallows in the essence of a new look. It is trivial and wondrous the ability to change at will with the freedom of life as you want it to be.