{.memory.} 5.13.12

I remember her grasping a small section of hair between her index finger and thumb, twirling it around and around, rubbing the silky strands- back and forth, back and forth. Palm facing forward, her fingers forming graceful arks, the hair never touching her ring or pinky fingers, she ties it in a little knot smoothing each strand until it is a silky ribbon. Her hazel eyes stare through the rocking chair across the room in a sort of peaceful concentration- her mind wanders far, far away. Twirling her hair was something she did mindlessly, her fingers did it without command.


(I am ridiculously behind, but i'll catch up! promise!)