Eclectic Muddlehood

I discovered my first gray hair tonight. Technically the hair is white. And when I say white, I mean brilliant snow white! I have been expecting them to show up at some point and time in my life, as I have watched my mother’s hair develop a considerable amount of silver over the years mixed among her dark brunette locks. What I wasn’t expecting was to discover my first one the same place my father seems to be sporting most of his these days, in my eyebrow. Yet there it sits. Perched saucily over my left eye, bending against the general wave of the majority of its cohorts, it says hello with a deep graceful bow. I am almost proud of it. And I just can’t bring myself to pluck it quite yet.