blue will always do

last night i started to sketch with my blue pencils again. three human figures; all of them men. one carrying a bag; another smoking a cigarette; and the last one sipping a cup of hot tea.

they are my first drawing in a few months.

i prefer blue pencils to ordinary black ones for a story.

one morning nearly five years ago, i walked through this particular street in pasila, helsinki, on my way to work and i spotted a blue pencil on an empty street close to a kindergarten. after a gentle rain in the summer, it was as if the pencil was calling me. "heeey there, i'm cold down here, please would you take me with you?" it said. so i examined it first, and i thought the wetness of the rain made the pencil a bit soft on my touch.

after a while, the warmth from my pocket returned its stiffness. it was hard again and becoming my companion during the next weeks, months and even years. sketches of houses; images of pine forests; lakes; faces; starry nights; desert of sahara; illustration on my letters; and many more were thus made with the help of it.

until in may 2005, on my birthday, i received from my friends a sketch book and three new pencils. all blue, but with different shade of "blueness". oi-oi-oi, my heart was rejoiced, and surprised mainly for knowing that my friends actually noticed how fond i was of my blue pencil. and i thank them for the attention shown by the present. i still wish they are doing all right where-ever they are now. and they should know too, the rembrandt-polycolor they gave still serve me well in my time here.