Something I think I enjoy most about my entire day.
I'll work a long day, up at 6, home by 4, and I'm exhausted. I've been running around, making everyone else happy, scratching my head for ideas, pulling my hair from stress, running my fingers through my hair for comfort, fussing with my hair for cosmetic purposes.
And then I get home and the most magical moment happens when I get to the bathroom and grab that favourite brush. Those teeth stroke my scalp in just the right way, as the brush moves fluidly through my strands...
I hit quite a few tangles from my stressful day, but the brush takes them out with ease, tugging ever so gently on my over-worked head. And I brush, and I brush, until my hair is only comparible to silk, cascading in one heavenly fold over my exhausted, sore shoulders and neck.
I look forward to this moment every day. These are the tangles I can solve in this life. This is the stress I can ease in my day.
And all it takes is one humble brush.
Ah yes. No joy like this one.
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