Magic Dust

I have recently returned from China where, by chance, one day, I came across some men who were practising writing Calligraphy with some water and brushes on  pavements covered with dust.
A crowd of passers-by stood quietly watching. Unaware of the people gathering around them the men teased intricate patterns in the dust.
There was a slow deliberation in the brush strokes. Totally immersed in their writing, their pleasure was palpable and the look on their faces serene.
It reminded me of writing on windows when I was a kid. Usually big fat lovehearts with my initials proclaiming my love for the beau of that day!
But it also reminded me that when no pen and paper are to hand all it takes is a little imagination to use what is to hand to help us  get our all important words down.
Donna Campbell