Our walk up from the lodge to look at the new windmill recently installed on the mountain had been a hot one. To cool off, we took the chairlift back down. It's also a great way to enjoy the view.
I slipped my hat off and let the breeze blow through my hair and cool my head. I thought of my conversation with my mother the previous morning. Mom had mentioned how her hair is getting longer and how much she enjoyed the breeze that blew through her hair during a hike this past week at Suikerbosrand (a nature park). I so take having my hair for granted (see To Mom, With Love May 2010).
I lifted my face to the wind, shut my eyes, and felt the breeze move through my hair. With my hair whipped back from my face, I said out loud, "Mom, this one is for you!"

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