Dana walked into her apartment and looked in the hall mirror. Her brown hair was everywhere. She shook her head and it only made the windblown look even worse.

She hated windy days. Her cheeks were chilled and her hair was an absolute mess. She looked like she had been in a tornado or something.

The wind wasn’t that bad but it wasn’t a gentle breeze either. The cold seemed to make it even more harsh.

Dana looked in the mirror again and sighed. She tried to fix her hair with her fingers and gave up when she encountered tangles.

There was only one thing that was going to fix her hair. Dana went to get her hair brush even though she thought she should just cut the whole mess off.