Brown-haired

Before 8 o'clock in the morning of the 8th of November of 2021 at the cafe, I sat drinking iced green tea and eating banana bread. At the front table sat a Filipino woman talking in Tagalog in her cellphone. A big brown-haired man in blue and grey waited at the counter. On my way home, passing by were a brown-haired girl in black and a brown-haired boy in black, who exclaimed, "They think Esperanto is more like a violin..."

Feeling a bit sedentary, I took my second walk in the morning of the 8th of November of 2021. By around 10:30, I was at the pizzeria. The pizza vendor was a chunky Hindu Sri Lankan. Then, at the cafe, I was drinking coffee-infused iced oat milk. A couple, both brown-haired, sat at the table across the room. The man in a green jacket, light brown pants, and grey garden clogs was in good shape. I wanted to see him nude. The woman was wearing a red scarf. He was reading a fat book, whilst she was using a tablet computer. A trio of Mandarin-speakers seated themselves at a table next to the couple. A muscular Arab man who was frequent at the cafe entered. Chris the half-English half-Japanese barista in a black shirt with the red-lettered word "PARIS" and in green pants entered.

Damien is one of my more recent friends from when I was living in Vancouver, BC. We have both natural languages and artificial languages as common hobbies. He tutored me in French online when he was still living in Ottawa. A memorable occasion was when we ate in a Mexican restaurant Tio Pepe's on stylish Commercial Drive in Vancouver, BC. We enjoy chatting about languages. He likes all of Esperanto, Interlingua, and Ido, and not just those conlangs. He is darkly brown-haired of Polish descent.

Robert was a strange, lanky brown-haired kid in Grade 5. After the students had gone swimming and were in the dressing room, Robert would exclaim like an adult, "I have nothing to hide."

Danny was a strange brown-haired musician boy in the neighbouring Grade 6 class. He liked to play the piano and seemed the Hunchback of Notre Dame of the big classroom, which our Grade 5 shared.

My high-school brown-haired friend Kevin boastfully adored everything about his English heritage, from the Rolls Royce to the Royal Family. He sometimes wore a black top hat for fun. One day, my gang with Kevin discussed the intrusion of Latin into the English language. He gleefully cited the word "fix" as a true Anglo-Saxon word, which I negated, indicating that it really derived from the Latin "fīgere." He knew that as a Filipino, I had also Roman ancestors. Kevin was like redheaded Michael in Grade 5, my first elementary grade on Lulu Island. He too was keen on Anglophilia.