While my beloved is washing her hair, I have a little time to come up with something in writing. Something absolutely breathtaking. Nay, something for all time.

Addendum (August 1, 2007)

Whenever my beloved is washing her hair while she is with me, and this she does every few days, I remember this silly piece. Far from fondly, though. Every single time I wish I could write it yet again. And much better. So much better that it would indeed be for all time, as the title promises brazenly enough.