The Price Of Beauty

Outside the magistrate’s court, a lady biker fixes herself up before going into work. She brushes her long hair until it shines loosely, then applies hairspray, holding the can above her head and spraying from side to side until she is satisfied her head is covered. I watch the fine mist of hairspray drift away in the breeze without touching the coiffure below. She is oblivious, busy applying lipstick as the wind now catches her hair.