Daily Art Journaling ~ Day 315 I was a mere quill sifting through the wind all against my will. Someone passed by and threw a glance…Picked me up all by chance. Chiselled and ready to strike on I was put to task from dusk till dawn. Words started to flow and pages got filled…Stories took form and characters got build. Someone got the light but none shown on me…Wonder why that bird let me free.