My first thought of the day today was:
I miss testing out different pen types, on those spare bits of paper that every store provides just for pen aisles. Then leaving the store with THE most perfect pen, of only the most superiour writing quality, amongst all the other pens in the entire collection.
And after I had that thought … I thought about that thought a few more times, and the unexpected purity of that thought … And I realised that I meant every word of that thought with all of my heart.
And it made me smile, first thing this morning.
I know, right?
Also, it made me wish I owned a pilot drawing water-based 03 black pen, preferably with India ink.
Happy Sunday.