I was in the kitchen sautéing some beans in garlic and herbs, they needed a moment to sizzle away. I felt the familiar pull of the pencil, the tingle in my fingers signaling they needed/wanted to draw. So I grabbed the nearest piece of paper that happened to be a large envelope I had yet to open and a pencil from the broken, I heart NY, mug that holds all the easy to get when you need a pencil or pen. I had decluttered it on new years day making sure that all pencils in there were sharpened and all pens worked. Those that didn’t were thrown. I dunno about you but it’s so annoying when you are on the phone and need a pen quickly to jot down something and none of them work. Now they all work and are ready. So I sat down and the boy in the striped sweater joined my followed by “ Come fly with me, he said, so I did and we fell off a cliff.” Those were the words that popped into my head and these were the three doodles that came with it.