I sure was cranky today.
But let me share the highlight of my morning’s commute. My commute was fucking awful; it had been snowing big fluffy snow gently for like six hours at that point and so nobody was really driving so much as they were vaguely gliding diagonally in the approximate direction they wanted to go, and everyone was a dick about it but nobody was running into each other (on my way in; on my way home, when it was way less awful, I saw two major accidents’ aftermaths all over the place), and so it was, while slow and cumbersome and occasionally terrifying, not all that bad. I screamed a lot at people, but inside my closed-up car, and they were inside theirs, and everything was oddly Zen-like and snow-muffled, and–
Not far from my house, there was a woman waiting at the bus stop. There’s a whole apartment complex, tons of people catch the bus there, so she’s my neighbor but nobody I’ve noticed before. It’s pretty heavily populated. Anyway, young attractive slender woman in a huge parka, as befits the weather. At first I thought her parka had a huge fur-trimmed hood, which I absently admired for its perfectly circular silhouette and beautiful symmetry, but then as traffic crawled by she turned her head and I realized–
no, that was her hair, she had an enormous, magnificent, tawny Afro, and it was so glorious I stared at it in total awe for however many seconds she was in range. I couldn’t even roll the window down to holla at her because I didn’t want to be creepy and also it was 16 and the windows were frozen shut, so I just appreciated it in silence. (What do you say? “I love your hair!” Doesn’t that seem creepy? It sounded creepy in my head. There’s no way to make that sound as genuine as I intended it. You can say things like that if you’re on foot too. You can’t from a car.)
It was so magnificent. Her hair was so beautiful. Even in the fluffy snow, it was undaunted, a glorious mane.