Grey Hair

It begins with a single hair. Silvery, bright, almost translucent — among all the others that still carry the colour you always knew. Then there are more. Slowly, steadily, unstoppably. The pigments withdraw, as though they have decided their work is done. What remains is not emptiness — it is a different kind of presence. But most people don't see it that way. They see loss. They see age. They see the end of something.