#calligraphist

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.  

I cut away the sorrow.  

I cut away the regret.  

I cut away the anger.  

I cut and I cut.