i appreciate shampoo.
the man 10 feet from me is wearing carhart overhauls over a carhart long sleeve button up. looks like wyoming's version of a tuxedo. he's on his computer drinking what i assume is a chai tea in a lime green oversized coffee cup. he's wearing a pair of heavy duty steel toed boots. he doesn't mess around with cold temperatures. his face is telling a story. from the looks of it those steal toed boots and him have climbed a foot or two. he's content on his computer, probably looking for the next mountain to climb. he's wearing glasses. i think he is smart. he's not smiling. he's not frowning. he set up his wireless mouse. he's got work to do. or maybe he hasn't figured out the double click, right click multi-click touchpad on his macbook….it took me a while as well. (hang in there buddy you'll ditch the mouse before you know it.) now he's reading the jackson hole daily. but often glances at the computer screen. he has his legs crossed and his wool socks are peaking out. he's not wearing a wedding ring. i bet he was married before. a man that interesting will of course have a great story of the woman he loved and lost. the paper is down now and his left hand, balled into a fist holds his story telling face. his dreadlocks hang far past his shoulders and are lumped into a giant braid that i could probably swing from if i tried.
i appreciate shampoo. he has no need for it.
