There’s nothing I enjoy writing with more than a number 2 pencil that has had its end sharpened to a finely chiseled point. I sometimes roll this instrument in a circular direction, first to the right, reverse, and then to the left. When it feels just right, I apply fingers adeptly, assume a writing pose and move my pencil down, until it touches the paper.
As soon as I move the end across the page, leaving newly created strokes, I take in the slight aroma of lead at work. After a few sentences, it is time to roll the end of the tip around to locate a sharpened point. Whenever I do not find one, I stand, walk over to my electric sharpener, and once I have inserted the pencil inside, I listen to the sounds of the machine honing a new edge. I smile inwardly for it gives me reason to continue writing, doodling or sketching.
Pencils are one of life’s little pleasures. One I wouldn’t want to be without. The extra allure is their eraser positioned on the opposite tip. Endless possibilities!