As the elevator rose toward the 14th floor
she pulled at her still wet hair
scrunching ringlets away from her damp shoulders
She didn't appear self conscious
staring straight ahead
watching the small numbers above the door change one at a time
7, 8, 9, and so on
I wondered if she was in too much of a hurry that morning or
if she preferred that her hair air dry on humid summer days or
if she realized how she glowed