It was cold on my morning run. My hands were numb and tingly the whole time. On my way home, I spotted a middle-aged woman in the distance. Based on her business casual outfit and the stuffed totes that dangled from her folded arms, she was walking to work. Her walk was slightly rushed in pace, my watch read 7:57am. And resting upon her head was a loosely fitted bomber rabbit fur hat. The observation struck me as both fitting and odd. Fitting considering the frigid temperature. Odd considering the usual lack of interest in fashionable hats among women her age. The fur blew in the wind. The flaps flapped together as she walked.
As I got closer, the hat morphed into less of a hat. As I ran closer still, my eyes recognized the hat to be hair. Fluffed, feathered, teased, and hair-sprayed hair. While she walked, it bounced and moved together like one organism. Like one rabbit furred hat.
Upon further reflection, I decided that if hair were to appear to be something else from a distance, it might as well resemble a current fashion fad hat. It could be worse. And even if from up close the hair is fresh out of 1983 with its mullet shape and feathered bangs, at least from a distance it remains fashionable.
