Thoughts from My Notebook

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.

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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

12 thoughts on “Thoughts from My Notebook

  1. 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.

  2. All I can say is ” what a beautiful use of words to bring out your story of daytime turning to evening” !!

    • 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.

    • 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.

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