Enjoying the small things...

...coming in out of the crisp morning, the best a Canberra autumn can provide, and running my fingers through my hair. It's cold, feeling like dead matter chilled over by the air. Like it is. But for some reason it's the most interesting sensation I've had in weeks. I'm sure my classmates think I'm insanely narcissistic, combing out my hair with warm fingers just to feel the plastic-slither of the strands across my knuckles.