after much deliberation

today is september 10. that means roughly 100 days have transpired since the last time scissors were taken to my locks. it also means my hair is long -- despite some curling, it stretches to the nape of my neck in back and to the jawline on the side -- as long as it's been since my 25th year.

unlike the last time, however, my intention is not to grow my hair. instead, i've spent this time deliberating what to do. and it's become unruly, to the point, where i feel compelled to wear a hat to hide most of it, and conceal that it has grown out of the comely shape it originally possessed.

but long hair provides options. and as i'm nearing the end of my youth (some might argue, it's already gone) i took this to be my last chance to do something wild. likely that would entail color, and an unnatural one at that. i've considered the gamut -- red, green, blue -- and have finally decided that i like black best.

a lot of people have black hair, but not many like mine. where no color rests further along the dark pole of the color spectrum. with life, such that it can reflect like the surface of polished obsidian.

so i figure, i'll likely not have this natural color for much longer either. which means i'll just enjoy my fleeting time with what i was born with for the short time that still remains.