day 13 || diptych || haircut outdoors

Every two weeks or so my partner shaves my head outdoors.

A satisfaction lingers in this act: clumps of dark hair with grey streaks end up in the yard and side landscapes, creating a connection between me and the slope of the hill, where a copse of trees sprouted up one summer. They took over the corner of the property, reclaiming what was once totally under their domain.