white

 The barber's shop is one hundred metres away from the front door, it is just around the corner so as to speak. The appointment at seven thirty in the morning is not a problem, after a short shower make the tiny journey, barely long enough to warm up the leg muscles. Enter the shop, and the owner waves to the chair in the next room. The barber comes in, and after a short greeting she starts to wash the hair in the small sink. She has to wash the hair anyhow, this is part of the covid regulations.

Then she wraps a paper collar around the old customer's neck and agrees to cut the side shorter than usual, to allow for the summer heat. She cuts and snips with great speed and proficiency, talking about her cat, which hat to be put down because it had cancer, and could no longer eat, and was a hopeless case. She was very sad about that, but it was the best and only choice.

She snips away speedily, and soon there is only short hair left, 

Then she puts some cotton wool onto a comb and pulls it through the hair to remove the fine cuttings that are still caught .

And finally she trims both eyebrows,  that makes for a very much more youthful appearance.

But the hair remains white, there is no way that it is to be coloured. Pink might be fun, but ridiculous. Blue would be silly. And black would just not be right. 

White is in order