She had a fancy new journal spread out on her desk and a not so fancy fountain pen in her hand. She wrote a sentence or two, nothing special, just to hear the sound of the pen against the paper.
She wasn’t thinking about her words. She was letting her troubled mind be soothed by sound.
Sometimes you think about what’s important and your brain floods you with answers, with hierarchies of answers.
But your heart? Well sometimes your heart just needs to be soothed by the sounds of the small things, like a pen leaving scratches on virgin paper.