As I was getting my haircut yesterday, I assessed the clumps of hair falling on my lap.
I'm used to seeing the clumps of gray.
This time, however, the clumps weren't grey. They were white.
I'm not even certain if my eighty-odd year old grandfather ever went fully white.
Now I need to go back and check old photos.
At least it doesn't look as white or grey when it's short. Though my girlfriend said it looked white in a certain light when I got home.
I need to smash said certain light.