While paused at a traffic light during my pre-dawn commute, I noticed the silhouette of a woman (presumably) in the car in front of me styling her hair.
Through the dew streaked rear window of her car, it looked as if she was conducting an orchestra of her hair. Her elbows jutting out and bowing. Hands diving and disappearing into the headrest.
Or perhaps she was assuming a pose of a Hindu goddess. And for that moment,she was bathed in the divine artificial glow and hum of the red light.
And then it changed to green.
Through the dew streaked rear window of her car, it looked as if she was conducting an orchestra of her hair. Her elbows jutting out and bowing. Hands diving and disappearing into the headrest.
Or perhaps she was assuming a pose of a Hindu goddess. And for that moment,she was bathed in the divine artificial glow and hum of the red light.
And then it changed to green.
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