[SS] Daily Life + Blonde Hair = ?

Blonde hair.
Approaching fifty, blonde for the first time in my life.

Drugstore, bleach kit.
I was scared, so I ended up at a hair salon.
Two firsts in my life.

A talkative hairdresser.
The opposite, me.
In the mirror, a strained smile.

Even my eyebrows are blonde.
In the mirror, 1000% discomfort.

What happens when the long weekend ends?
Daily life begins again.
Daily life + blonde hair = ?.

The usual beef bowl place.
Eating inside today.
The familiar clerk, avoiding eye contact.

The deck in front of the station.
The smoking area is crowded with people again today.
A third first in my life.

Smoke, choking.
Smoke, stinging.
It clings and won't let go.
Soaking in, sticking on.

Everyone, smartphones.
What they are looking at is their smartphones.
Grinning faces.
Serious faces.
Looking-concerned faces.

I want to let out a strange cry.
I want to try hitting someone.
I want to snatch a smartphone and break it.
Just a fantasy.

What I changed was my hair color.
Only my hair color.
That's all, that's all.

That the colors of the world look different
is surely just my imagination.
Probably just my imagination.

Daily life + blonde hair = ?

Even if it is just my imagination,
it's a little bit pleasant.
Just a little, that kind of world.

That's enough, that's enough.
That's what I thought.