All small things

In May the sun was shining and my hair was red. The days after that turned so cloudy and overcast; then I cut my hair short and dyed it dark brown. I realized that I may never again have a photo of myself with red hair… It’s something I want to remember. One small thing that once meant me.

All small forgotten things that once meant You –
I remember last year, the First of May,
A little before noon, you had your hair
Drawn low, that one time only. Is that not strange?
You know how, after looking at the sun,
One sees red suns everywhere – so, for hours
After the flood of sunshine that you are,
My eyes are blinded by your burning hair!
–Cyrano de Bergerac