As I faced my reflection in the early morning autumnal haze brought upon by the natural passage of the season and the unnatural passage of myself through about three weeks so long that space time itself has been distorted, I noticed something, and not for the first time.

I have big hair. And that hair presents endless possibilities.

Given some styling wax, and a lot of patience, I could sculpt a variety of different ‘head-hats’ for myself, to suit my mood. I could be Elvis, Superman, even, as things stand, Lord Vader. Who should I be? I will leave whimsy to be my guide.

And tomorrow I may get a haircut.