too cozy to move

a long time ago I watched my older sister mop the floor. I stopped by her work because i had cried that morning about the man i loved leaving town on a bus. I had cried in the backyard, in the sunshine, in the cold. In a dimly lit aquatic center I listened to my sister talk about all the things she wanted and had to do, go on vacation, take her daughter to ballet class, find a better job, and make dinner. I sat in the dark watching her and a feeling overcame me, that everything was where it was supposed to be. Once a female clerk at JCPenney's, let's call her Vicky, she was so completely sincere and kind to me that while standing there in her presence, I became light headed and a calmness filled me. I didn't want to move; I just wanted to soak up this completely authentic exchange. I write tonight from the cozy lobby of the locally owned theatre that my friend J manages. There is a fireplace. There is classical music. And there is the feeling that I am exactly where I should be. 

When you get a haircut, the hairdresser will say to you, "put your head back."

You relax, you may even get a little sleepy as they massage your scalp.

I like that part.