In a narrow alley behind a busy worksite, I witnessed a scene so small—and so beautiful—I almost walked past it.
One woman, balancing effortlessly on a scooter seat, was trimming her friend’s hair. Two others stood nearby, chatting and laughing, dressed in matching blue work uniforms. There were no salon chairs, no mirrors, no blow dryers—just trust, laughter, and a single red comb.
It was clear this wasn’t a rare occurrence, but a ritual. A break between tasks. A moment of care and connection tucked into the chaos of a workday.
What struck me most was the simplicity of it all. This wasn’t about appearance—it was about community. One friend helping another feel fresh. Three women turning a patch of pavement into a space for tenderness.
It’s moments like these that remind me: beauty can happen anywhere. You just have to slow down and look for it.
