Twirling Spiders

As long as I can remember, I've always twirled my hair.

I take a piece and wrap it around my finger over and over again. It's a habit that I've never cared to break.

When I was in college, Doc would bring me over to visit his grandparents. After a while, I was quite comfortable in that environment and eventually they learned this about me.

I was laying on the couch twirling away when Doc's grandpa said, "You twirl your hair!" This seemed to surprise him and he smiled.

I smiled uncertainly wondering why this seemed to please him and answered, "Why yes, I do." With a shy smile he announced, "I do it, too. Ever since I can remember."

I looked at the receding hairline with a few curls left over and thought how darling it was that we have found something like that in common.

Fifteen years have gone by and that sweet man has passed on, but I still think of him whenever I catch myself twirling my hair while deep in thought.

This morning, I was doing exactly that when Sleepy noticed it. His comment was, "Your hair looks like a long, long hairy spider."

I guess it would.