Cursive

Amidst the doodling of the bottom half of a pointed flamenco dancer, a snowman, and a black-and-white withered tree, I rediscovered a treasure, my penmanship.  Sometime in the later years of high school, necessity for fast notes and quick attention compelled me to forsake my beloved cursive for chicken scratch print. With start-and-stop print, I can write, but cannot think; yet, with slow, long, and flowing strokes, cursive allows me to think freely, which perhaps explains why I perceive it as a consistent, aesthetic beauty.