I took a short walk to the next town today to get a haircut. The clouds were grey and the mood somber. Ironically, everywhere you turn now, the colors are just so much more. Suddenly they just pop.

At the barbershop, I heard this from a boy to the barber:
"uncle.. i want to cut hair"
"how you want to cut? short ah? slope?"
"short short but got pointy pointy..like.."
"you mean spiky ah?"
"ya ya.. like durian! uncle cut my hair like durian."
"..."
"not big durian.. like baby durian."