As I was coming in the back door just now I made eye contact with my own reflection. It was a slightly mad sight to behold. My face pale and tired punctuated with my huge dark tortoiseshell glasses with unexpected pops of color in them, the lenses mid tint as I returned from taking the recycling down to the curb. Hair piled on top of my head in a single… binding? that contains a strange splay of bright pink, muddy brown, and white hair that is somehow both a looped bun and has all the hair standing on edge as though I pinned a little pink hedgehog up there. Or perhaps a fountain firework frozen in time. When I take a moment to look at myself in a candid moment I feel something that I can’t remember feeling at any other time in my life. Happy with who I am.