Archeological Digging

Crime investigators talk about following a paper trail.  Hansel and Gretel had a bread crumb trail.  Garbologists parse your life together from your garbage trail.
We all have trails that yield clues and I have a hair trail.  As I look back through my History of Coiffure I see short, long, up, down, curly, straight, coppery red, bleached blond, pink and purple.  Some were for the mom years, the restaurant owner years, the mother of the bride year, and the newly single time to be me again years.
I used to say I keep the husband and change the hair.  Now I do both.

Makes Sense to Me

I heard someone say recently that you can turn off all of your senses except smell.  You can close your eyes, close your mouth, not touch, stop listening but you can't turn off your nose.  Scents supposedly travel straight to your brain's memory center.  I don't find that as true for me.  I know I'm not a "super taster", someone who has extra taste buds and that probably correlates to olfactory prowess as well.  What evokes the most emotion and memory in me is sound, especially music.  A melody, with or without lyrics, can instantly bring me to tears.  A song can immediately conjure up a person or a remembrance.
I've often been envious of people who have synesthesia, a condition where sensory perceptions are crossed.  Some synesthetes see colors while listening to music.  What a trip that would be!