haircut.

locks of hair fell to the floor like feathers from birds flying far from their homes, falling to the earth to become fertilizer for new lives later on. growth was happening, it is always happening, but the fertilizer of their freshly cut hair incited a growth even they weren’t expecting. they saw themselves even more clearly now. they saw the growth and the light that had always been waiting for some special care and some nutrients, some water and some sun.

they grew, like so many plants and animals do, and reached a new stage of being where their shoulders were far less hunched, where they flowered in the winter in spite of the cold, showing off splendors of color and courage to the delight of their good friends and their soul.