Breezy

The wind blew her hair wildly like a fiery blaze. 

A strand of hair fell across her face— like a tour guide waving your attention to a priceless masterpiece, or a Price Is Right model showcasing a new car. 

I loved that she didn’t brush it away— 

as if she and the breeze were old friends and that was exactly where she wanted it to be.

JArtB

21 January 2024