While I love ALL the back-to school shopping and stocking up on the necessary office supplies, there is somehow nothing as symbolic of a fresh start as a new box of crayons. The uniform points ensure that all marks will stay within the lines; the vibrant colors are reminiscent of the rebirth of spring and the bounty of summer; and the varied assortment opens the imagination to unlimited possibilities for creativity.
I have never been much of an artist, but I have always enjoyed crayons. There is something very soothing and meditative about shading the empty space with a pastel wash or a bold splash of color.
The other day I could not remember what I enjoyed doing when I was ten or eleven years old besides playing school, but now I remember that coloring was high on the list as well. Perhaps I should try to find a holiday coloring book the next time I am out and begin to reconnect with that inner child.