Once the winter days become too cold and icy to be on my bicycle, I let my hair grow long through the winter.  Sometime toward the end of that season, we start riding and hiking again. Yesterday was such a day.
We rode to the trails and hiked for a couple of hours. The long afternoon in the woods and under the sunny sky was full of promise and Spring.
That evening just before I showered, I cut my own hair. Â
I cut away the sorrow. Â
I cut away the regret. Â
I cut away the anger. Â
I cut and I cut. Â
And it felt so good.Â











