and so now

The thing with pens, like love letters, is that one can't ever have enough of them and they're much too fun collecting, snuck inside of boxes, in drawers, in scared secret places where you can look at them longingly, sometimes touch them, hold them and read them over and over again, though in this case write with them.

I was thinking of going on a stationery jaunt this weekend to buy some art material. Some thick papers good for dry brushing, a few pens, both the ones I need for drawing as well as ink pens and maybe even some colours.

Now?
Now I shall go on a walk with the dog who always know the time.