There was a memory trapped somewhere in her hair, a memory she desperately wished she could remember. She knew that it was one she had cherished and replayed with all fondness. Its scent was tangled there in her chestnut tresses, and she caught it when she would tilt her head just so or when the wind would throw her hair about her head like a halo. What was it? A person? A place? Perhaps just a moment in time? Whatever it was, it lingered there, teasing her affectionately and she found herself smiling at every little moment. And that, in itself, was precious.