People take the simple things for granted, take for example dying your hair.
It starts will a color and a choice. But which color to choose? Your hair is part of you, it’s your identity, or a piece of it.
Have you ever dyed your hair red?
You mix the contains in a bottle, the red mixture looks like a red crayon left too long in the sun, take one last look at your hair and whatever color is now is, peal off your shirt, maybe wrap a towel around your shoulders since you are not trying to dye your skin, and start pouring the bottle’s contents onto your head.
It is not a big change as you do. Perhaps you feel a little anticipation, perhaps you can feel your head starting to warm as the chemicals get to work, but really if just feels like your hair is wet.
That is when it happens.
The skin under your hair is turning a rust color, fallen drops of dye are drying against your forehead like crusting blood. This is when you start to realize how your hair is really going to change.
You mix the rest of the liquid into your hair, running it through making sure you didn’t miss a single hair as your head starts to rust.
The bottle is empty. You throw is away and pin your hair up.
Twenty-five minutes of waiting. Maybe you’re reading, maybe your watching your darkened had wishing you could see what color it would become or questioning your choice to change it.
The time is up, and you start the water. The room starts to fill with a soft mist as it heats. You peal off whatever clothes you are wearing an step into your own personal waterfall.
The result is immediate, the moment hair meets water. Water the color of blood starts to drip down your skin and onto the floor. The experience is chilling as the red sinks in-between your toes and into the drain. You run your hands through your hair, and more blood rushes down from your head.
You look at your hands; they are red.
For a moment, you are trapped in a world of blood. The water, the blood, your hair; it is like you are washing away your old self and will emerge anew.
The water turns the color of rust, and even that fades until it runs clear. You take a deep breath and turn off the water.
You step out and can’t find your reflection as the gathered mist greets you with moist kisses. You rub a circle where you face should be. You see a foggy version of your. You hair is darker but you cannot see anything past that.
You leave the shower and let the air dry it. You wait in anticipation as the darkness fades with the water and a deep red starts to take its place. You look back in the mirror and for second you do not know the face staring back. You look again, and you see that it is you. You run your hand through it and wonder who long it will last.
You did it. You survived the shower of water and blood, returning changed but the same.
You smile at the new color, shut off the light, and leave the room.