Got a trim and some grey hair maintenance (i.e. highlights) this morning at the hair salon. There's something so soothingly sensual about the whole process--the invigorating head massage with the shampoo, the maternal comfort of the hairdresser combing out my tangles, the warmth of the hair dryer as she runs her fingers through my smooth-for-now hair. Not the type to chat away with my hairdresser as if she were my confessor, I just sit there and relax, eyes closed, calmly gathering myself for the start of another work day.

On the back of my neck
blow dryer's hot breath--
haircut on a chilly day.