I was just crossing a downtown street and as I was approaching the curb I saw a youngish black man (maybe 25 or 30) down on one knee pointing a real camera with a big lens at a young lady who was either his girlfriend or maybe a model. I hadn’t seen her face yet, just her hair. Big beautiful hair. Like the natural version of a Diana Ross wig. To continue, I either had to walk into traffic or walk through them, disrupting their shot. Instead, I paused and watched. And when they were done I said to the young woman, with enthusiasm, “that is one beautiful head of hair”! The young man laughed and smiled, probably because he knew what a lucky guy he was. The young woman smiled brightly and laughed in a way that had I been 19 years old and in love with her, it was a laugh I would remember for the rest of my life. As it stands, I’ll just enjoy it for the rest of the afternoon.