I went out tonight in search of beautiful, useless things. To remember that the existence of beautiful, useless things is necessary. Notebooks and necklaces. Scarves and teacups. The troves within boutiques, specialty shops, and purveyors of the unique and rare. I dawdled and gloated and revelled in beautiful, useless things.
I came home with only Fiesta Red ink for my fountain pen. Feeling quiet and expansive. Shifting into this other self. Who is breathing gently into the darkness of mid-December, thrilled by every string of Christmas lights.