Do and Dangle

Sarah's house was now in sight. His waist length hair swished from side to side, forcing him to push it out of his face from time-to-time; he wished he had put it up or done it back in some way, but this look matched his outfit. He was also having to contend with his very heavy and dangley earrings hitting his neck and jaw, and annoyance, to be sure, but one he needed to contend with at the moment. Fortunately, he was reaching Sarah's front walk.