I had the most interesting dream last night, and while I can’t remember all the specifics, I distinctly remember coming upon two nuns.

They were striking, dressed in the full garb – black habits trailing, and they came to me, seemingly ageless. While their faces had tell-tale signs of age, the wrinkles seemed to fade away, revealing a youthful radiance, but without losing the depth of wisdom in their eyes. They bickered amongst themselves, sometimes playfully, sometimes sharply, but it was clear they had known each other for a very long time.

The two led me to the edge of the woods and removed their head-coverings to reveal hair. One, whose face had since been completely stripped on any sign of age. She looked almost angelic and I remember recognizing her hairstyle as that of a vestal virgin, organized in 8 locks, hanging long and wound into coiled braids at the crown in the most wonderful gray color. Salt and pepper really.

The other had the most vibrant red hair, though it was in a hairstyle I wasn’t familiar with. It was almost like braids, and not locks, perhaps twists. I’m not sure, I was just so stricken with the color of her hair.

When we came to the edge of the forest, they turned to me and offered me a smile and I followed them in, trailing behind those silver braids.

It was interesting. If you have any idea what the hairstyle might have been, I’d love to hear.