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The early morning com and I’m back on the road, driving, looking for interesting places to stop. Little curiosity shops in these towns hold the neatest things. I like how some of these communities have angl
parking. It has such a small town feel to it.
pull off at all the scenic signs along the way, taking in the view that no picture can give
justice to.
Mother Nature is so powerful, her art is magnificent.
The next gas station has postcards of the last scenic place I took pictures of. Buying two, I scribble out a little note for my parents and leave the other one blank for Clayton. Looking for a place to mail them, I pass by a salon. The glass window holds my silhouette, not a crisp image, more just the outline of features.
Glancing at my reflection, I notice the braid that goes over my shoulder, the same braid I have always worn. I used to change my style so much when I was younger, never afraid to try new things. With a big breath, I push the door open, and little chimes to go off above my
head.
“Hi, can I help you?” the lady behind the counter says with a soft smile.
“I was wondering if anyone has time to cut my hair.” I feel awkward, unsure of the proper wording. It’s been so long since I had a real haircut, not just a trim to cut the dead ends.
She looks at the braid that’s over my shoulder. “Do you know what you want?”
“I just need a change. I’m looking for something different.” Now her eyes light up with ideas.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Let’s get you in the chair and talk about what you want to be done.” Leading me to her chair, she puts a black cape over my shoulders. She takes the tie out of my hair, running her fingers through the strands.
“Is this your real color?”
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“Yes. Humans are always shocked at the white blonde.
“You have beautife thick hair.” Her hands make my head tingle in delight. “Your eyes are
very unusual.“1
they creep her out slightly with the way she needs to look away. from them. It’s always the same; humans have a hard time holding a conversation while gazing into my eyes. They look away as if I’m just not right in a certain way…an instinct. born in them that says this person is just off slightly, but they can’t put their finger on it. The next thing I need are contacts. It will make it easier on everyone, especially if I bump
into any wolves along the way.
Watching my hair fall to the floor, laying in little clumps, has my stomach rolling on itself slightly. Another worker sweeps the mess away. By the time the clippers hit the back of my neck. my head feels lighter, less heavy. Putting down her scissors, she’s giddy with her work. You can tell the pride in her eyes when she’s looking at the completed masterpiece.
She swivels me around in the chair, and my gaze fall on my head. Gone, all of it. A short pixie cut greets my happy eyes. It suits me in a very simple way in a risk–taking way. It’s just hair, but for me, it feels as if I’m cleaning the old me off and starting the new me.
My beginning.
I touch the back of my head, turning left to right and back again. She holds a mirror up to
me so I can see the back.
“Perfect!” When saying the word, she breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, it’s just perfect.”
I mean it; this is what I needed.
Walking out of the shop, I have a lighter step. It’s weird how just a haircut can make your
feel.
Every so often, my hand goes to the end of the braid that’s no longer there. I’ll get used to it. Finding an eyeglass store in the next town, I purchase my first set of non–prescription contacts. The eye doctor asked me several questions, if I can see color, if he could examine my eyes for free, no charge–he’s never seen color like that before. He’s been a doctor for over thirty years, and this is a first for him. I decline his offer, paying for the contacts that are the color of a perfect blue sky.
A few days later, I stop for the night in a town bustling with excitement. The fair has come, and I was lucky to get the room. Some last minute cancellation has me snagging the last
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room available before the no vacancy sign comes on.
The clerk said I should go check it out: food trucks will be there, that’s new this year. I remember Caleb w ng the Food Network, groaning over the pictures on the screen.
Looking into the mirror, I smile at myself; hair that’s super cute, eyes of the sky. Lips have a tint of pink to them. My outfit is eccentric, a mismatch of contrasting colors that I loved to wear when I was younger. I’m going back to my roots, what I always wanted to wear but Nad no ambition to pull those looks off. I stop every so often at unique places to buy a
certain item of clothing that just calls to me, knowing if I let the opportunity pass me by, I
might not ever see that style again.
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