Her HairIt twisted, and coiled..Each wire extending downward.. or outward.The locks that ran together caught the sunlight at an angle. There were fragments of light that grabbed my attention.. Consumed every vessel of my mind. Asphyxiated every ounce of good intention. …Is it soft?It danced on her shoulders.-- Sweet. Light.I can only imagine her on a breezy day, when that golden current crashes upon the shore of her temples.