Pencils. The real kind. Not mechanical. Lead pencils. No. 2. Like we had in school. There is just something about a real pencil, scratching a note or doing some quick math, that I just love. Maybe it's the former teacher in me. Maybe it's the fact that I adore school and would be a professional student if there were such a profession. But today I had a use for a pencil a number of times. When I was on the phone I found myself searching out my pencil so I could doodle while I talked. I know. Weird. But I find joy in pencils.
Sunday morning pleasures
8 years ago
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