I'd Bring My Favorite Pen

i loved this one for its short, brass body and the long, pretty feather attached to the end. I liked to pause as i journalled and let the plume brush over my cheek or drag it between my fingers. It eased a moment of writer's block with the soft distraction of fluffy barbles against an upper lip. By the fire, we'd each- us bent our heads down to their paper and written while the logs crackled and snappedwhat was i letting go of?