This chrysanthemum drawn with a rarely-used pen, which scratched and spat at me. Composition echoed my feelings: edgy. I was tired and had misplaced my favorite fountain pen. Calmed down while drawing, and thought back over the day, mentally retracing my steps. Hmm. I was really slouching while reading the paper this morning. Tested the hypothesis... eureka. Favorite pen redisovered - with a number other interesting objects - between two sofa cushions downstairs.