It Started

Her hair cascades in slow motion, like a waterfall suspended in time. Sun glints off chestnut strands spinning weightlessly. Each lock floats as if underwater, drifting in an invisible current. She shakes her head and a spray of hair dances through the air. It splays out like a peacock’s feathers then gently settles. Fingers run through silken tresses, causing new ripples across the rippling waves. Hair billows softly around her face, framing her beauty. Each twist and curl takes on a life, becoming a work of art in motion. Transfixed, I watch this hypnotic dance until the wind changes course, stealing away every free-flowing strand.