That's the colour of the hair I yanked from my head not too long ago. Standing in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, I spotted a bit of silver shining in the overhead light.
I don't really care that I am going grey at 28.

The colourless character fascinates me.
I hold the nearly see-through root against my skin,the white basin and up against the light. I need something dark to hold it against to really see it properly.

I drop it in the basin and keep on brushing my teeth.