Her hair hung in brown limp strands around an oval, nearly unlined face.

Sunlight tangled in the curls framing her face, spinning gold from the brown strands.

She took the clip out of her hair, letting the long brown strands fall around her face and neck.

It had dampened the dark brown strands of hair that fell over his brows.

She pulled a long brown strand in front of her eyes to study it.

He pushed the soft brown strands of hair from her face, accepting what he'd known all along.

He was in middle age; his hair was gray streaked with dark brown strands.

Finally he thrust his arm down as far as it would go and came up clutching some brown strands.

The brown strands caught the light and shone gold.

He ran his right hand through his hair, leaving the brown strands standing up on end.