I keep a pocket-sized notebook handy. It’s nice to have something to “capture” my thoughts for later review. Some of my younger friends use a small tablet computer for that, but my arthritic hands prefer pen and paper.
I need to convert my notebook into a sleep log for the next month. For that reason, I began to remove spiral-bound pages. Most had no further value, but some are “keepers.” Here are three fragments that I’ve woven into a single [not completely coherent] story about day morphing into night.
Twilight gently nudges the weakening sun over the horizon. Night slides in on velvety slippers as the sun flees its appearance. Night nibbles away the failing light. Creatures of the day find rest as denizens of darkness become active. A cloud-draped sky conceals distant light from a realm far beyond our skies.
As the chill of night dispels clouds, a panoply of starry hosts spangles the firmament. Later, a waning gibbous moon rises, lighting the earth and making the stars seem dim. Now is the time for folks like me, and perhaps you, to go to bed. Pleasant dreams, my friend.
Wonderful. I am not surprised. :tiphat:
Thanks, Rosey. :hkitty:
VERY talented, indeed. A true wordsmith.
I used to be in a creative writing class, and it forced me to think about the stories I told and the words I used. I miss those days. I think it is because I am working and I have to rush everything into the day, but I have lost that. You give me inspiration.
Taken as high praise. The way you pull off humor inspires all of us. You do it with [apparent] ease.
All I can say is ” what a beautiful use of words to bring out your story of daytime turning to evening” !!
Thanks, Grace. :tiphat:
I call it wordsmithing. It is akin to calligraphy…beautiful writing. :tiphat:
I’ve often called it that myself. Thanks, Ed.
Well written. “Night nibbles away the failing light.” Love this line.
Thanks, Vee. I remember having that thought as I sat on the steps to the deck watching the sky where the sun had just set. As I sipped on a glass of cool water, the scene unfolded before my wondering eyes.
you painted a picture!
It’s the way I see the world. I think it started in the Dale Carnegie sales course where they taught us to “paint” a word picture. Of course this was a tool for peddlers to use and we were to put the perspective client in that picture.