I went short

The wind lives in Idaho. 

In the summer the wind stirs the heavy, hot air. It is cool and refreshing.

In the winter the wind bites holes in your jackets and freezes your bones clear through to the marrow.

In both seasons the wind grabs at my hair and teases it into knots. I pull my hair behind my ears and the wind tugs it up and twirls it around into a dry swirlie.

I am tired of what the wind does to my hair.

So yesterday a friend came over and chopped it all off.

I looked online for ideas and decided to go shorter than I ever had before.

I am still learning how to style it, I have only had one day, but I am excited for the possibilities.

The back for my sisters.