Spring Shearing

After work today I went to Molly's to get a haircut. I don't get to see her as often anymore because she no longer works during Schwa. We caught up, gossiped a bit, and she gave me a great cut.

I really enjoy getting my haircut, the act of it is very relaxing and comforting. It's also satisfying to have such a tangible result. Over the course of half an hour your appearance is changed. There's a concrete sense of progress, of moving forward.

With the rusted gears of spring beginning to turn it was time to cut those shaggy curls infused with the apathy of winter. Freshly shorn I'm prepared to face the coming warmth- rejuvenated, free, and unencumbered.