Hair Breeze
when you leave the barber shop like a king and the wind hits your freshly cut head like it's trying to make you cry from how good you look
I stepped out and the wind hit me like I was a statue and it was the first day of spring.
The breeze came through my hair and I felt like I was walking through a crowd of losers.
The wind hit my head and I immediately texted my barber, 'You made me feel like a million bucks.'