I got bangs the other day.
I was aiming for a Zooey Deschanel meets Jane Birken vibe, but it ended up making me feel like me. Really and truly me. I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. This is not to say that I haven’t been myself, because every day God is molding me into the me He wants me to be. But this change was more of a coming home– if a haircut could ever be such a thing.
Today you were humid and sticky and made my city move as though we were swimming through air. You felt like you were constantly on the verge of raining.