The breeze on my neck

I remember several years ago I read that women tend to cut their hair during times of great change. At the time I was on a constant binge of hair dye, so I rolled my eyes at the statistics and went on my merry way.

Then my boyfriend at the time broke up with me. And then I shaved my hair off.

Again, now with a change of resolve, a closer realignment of the direction I am heading in and some still-yet hazy destination, the chopping of hair. No tangling, no shedding trails, ears clear, and the sweetness of breeze.