The pen is mightier than the sword, only if the pen is in the hand of...

I felt a sense of joy and relief today from an unexpected source.

Alone. Home. Night.
Under the light.
Pen in hand.
Paper from a friend.

I wrote a note to God that started complicated but ended settled in a small page.

Relief.

Like the last song of Jon Foreman's EP, Fall.

And with that, I picked up my pen, and wrote my first short play and finished it under an hour. It's an experimental one. Now for a title.