Hair

Vintage photos sprawled before me on the table - pictures of a time when I was able to turn some heads when I went to town and dance all night until dawn fell down... of a time when all my dresses were much too tight and the beat of the music felt so right; my hair was a mermaid fountain - gold - how I thought I would never grow old. No other girl had long curls as pretty as mine- yellow and bouncy, so soft and divine, caught in my earrings, halo of sun, twirling until the DJ was done. Bittersweet images go back inside their box; I run my fingers through my dull, grey locks. I had been quite vain so long ago - Time has ironically let me know.