I was doodling a few weekends ago.
It was nice to sit in the sun with a stick of charcoal between my fingers and actually make tangible marks on paper. Sketching out the world on a bit of A3.
It felt like I was messing with creation itself.
It felt good to make mistakes.
To have the charcoal crumble under my fingers.
To leave smudges with my sweaty palms.
It was very refreshing for the mind and spirit.
Something I need a lot more of.