Today was glorious, sunny…blue skies. This afternoon I stood out on my balcony brushing my hair, when I noticed my brush had accumulated a bunch of hair in it. So I pulled the hair out of the bristles, and tossed it over the railing, thinking it would land in the grass 17 stories below. Then I watched the wind catch that wad of hair, and take it gently onto the balcony just below mine. I thought of the people in that room. How gross for them.
I prayed they weren’t actually on the balcony. I didn’t hear anything resembling cries of disgust. Whew!
I’ve thought about it all day. The way it wafted gracefully.
LA may never have me back.