ROAMSTEADING

The journey begins. More like a drawing, than a plan. The pencil crosses the paper lightly at first. Gradually the lines grow deeper, forming shapes and outlines. A picture forms as the lines darken. Not the plan we imagined. The pencil seemly dances on its own and all at once the outline is finished. Neglected, the pen lays rooted to the table. This plan works only in pencil. Then, the plan changes. Portions are scrubbed away. Eraser shavings are brushed aside and tumble to the floor. The pencil begins again…