A glance in the mirror elicits a sigh. Coarse salt-n-pepper stands askew. No matter. The trio plays Happy Dance and prances down the drive. At the corner of Highview and Hilo, Tal inhales through her nose. Ahhh! — the horses. “Good morning!” she calls and waves. The white raises its head from a morning graze and the brown holds an unwavering stare.
“...Oh, it ain’t, bout how you move, but
what moves you
We’re so consumed with what we
think we’re supposed to be
That we stop living like we know
that we are free...”
Happy Dance! 💃🕺🏻
“Coarse salt-n-pepper stands askew.”
Hair looked at critically... again... because there it is...
While a cap gathers dust back home, no longer needed.