You can’t daydream and sharpen a pencil on a rough, damp, streamside boulder at the same time.
It takes too much concentration not to shatter the brittle graphite cone with a careless stroke. But it is worth the effort! You get a much different point: roughly worked wood, smelling of fresh cut cedar, topped by a scratch black pyramid of carbon...
This is a point more appropriate for writing about a natural canyon with spirits whispering through willow trees, the culinary uses of wild plants and ground squirrels, or for sketching the observed mating stance of a dragonfly than, say, doing geometry homework.
Conveniently, this rustic point feels quite at home out here in the woods where pencil sharpeners are seldom found- and okay, I admit it... I forgot mine at home.