My hair has been with me for an extremely long time. We are very attached to each other. I fondly remember the day it blew in through my window on a western wind and settled on my head. It had survived the downfall of Nûmenor because its previous owner had forgotten it at home when he went off to invade the Undying Lands, and his wife then washed it and put it out on the roof to dry. After it decided to make my head its home, it has struck deep roots – roots going into the deepest recesses of my brain.