#149

almost. i almost saw her face. long, dark hair. not black or brown or anything. she did not have a color of hair. two braids, clasped in the back, off center, three bobby pins sticking in haphazard angles, unsure of their function. the braids, lying childishly on top of swirling and straight hair, unkempt with the illusion of sophistication. the wind caught her ocean of hair up in a single gust and she stepped sideways, looked up at the sky in the direction of the wind. was she smiling? of course, of course, she must be. i was mesmerized by this woman. by her hair, by what she might mean to me and i thought, are you waiting for Someone? i, too, try to fit in with this world. i, too, am meant to float away on the breeze.