Porcupine Hair

I love how significant little things can be if you look at them as such.

 

            I always see people with their convertibles and their motorcycles and their hair blowing all away like hurricanes on their heads, and I wonder why they do that.

            So once I climb in the car, this time, I roll down the window of my passenger seat and poke out my head. I feel the wind, numbing my face, twirling my hair as we traverse the little, forested road for fifteen minutes or so.

            When we arrive, I run straight to the mirror and laugh at my porcupine head.

Reviews

[Celosia]

Haha! This made me smile! Nice and short, but awesome. I love sticking my head out the window sometimes. =]