Just Relax

Her bright eyes did not need the silver eye liner that redundantly drew attention their way. Their energy was refreshing, but stood strangely in contrast to her shy smile below. In her gentle touch, I found the confidence her smile lacked. Fingers running through my hair, her hands moved with a certainty and strength that was comforting. It was obvious she had done this many times before. No words were spoken; none were needed. Wandering thoughts followed by falling consciousness. I gave into the calming feeling. She was in control; I just needed to relax.

With a clean head of hair, she quietly, but politely led me to my next stop: the chair. Silently, we let our eyes say goodbye.

Before long, he approached. A simple jacket and hat, he appeared all too ordinary. Immediately, he began his work. His large, gentle hands juxtaposed in my mind to the small, strong hands of the girl. Like a painter, his every move was filled with a purpose.

I love being pampered at the hair salon.

(2009)