We share ninety-seven percent of our genome with Chimpanzees. And we look much more like each other than we do with Chimps. So I guess that means we share more than ninety-seven percent* of our genome with one another. (Be quiet biologists, you know what I mean).
Mountains, fields and such stretch out to the horizon. Only occasionally, however, do we let our eyes gaze so far. Much of the time they stare a feet in front of us. This makes the muscles behind them tight.
She begins by the bins. Draped in blue silk, her back waves slowly like a tree rising from the ground. Beads and jewels hang off her waist. Navy eye shadow hides her downward gaze.
My mother tends to just watch me at times. Most do, with respect to their own children, I imagine. Still I find it curious.
I cut my hair, or let it grow, and then look in the mirror to find my reflection astray. A moment later it hits me. My beard, or whatever thereof, is now at an inappropriate level relative to my hair.