In sport, so the saying goes, a good big one will beat a good little one.
I'm looking at a head of blue hair. So much blue. Blue everywhere.
But it isn't the blue that I can see. I see another blue of many years ago.
Just a few flecks of blue in a head of normal hair. The illusion of feathers.
Subtle.
.
.
.
Thought association - not poetry - not even an attempt at poetry - please don't hit me.
I'm looking at a head of blue hair. So much blue. Blue everywhere.
But it isn't the blue that I can see. I see another blue of many years ago.
Just a few flecks of blue in a head of normal hair. The illusion of feathers.
Subtle.
.
.
.
Thought association - not poetry - not even an attempt at poetry - please don't hit me.