Flowers in Her Hair

I wrote Flowers in Her Hair about a year and a half ago when I saw this particularly beautiful woman walk into the room with, you guessed it, flowers in her hair. She entered the room wearing this flowing white sundress and I was enamored by this free spirit that she represented. And almost instantaneously, this little piece came to fruition. It took me over a year to 'fess up to my friend that this had been about her. I was scared she'd be insulted, or perhaps she'd think I was some creep. But I had to tell her. So I did, and I was pleasantly surprised that neither scenario came true. Instead she was flattered and it had made her happy. In turn, that made me happy.