A Measure of Light

Returning from the terrace steps into the nocturnal quiet, I mounted the dark corner of the study desk to observe. A faint slit of moonlight passed through an open metal binder clip, casting an irregular beam across a smooth black river stone. Instead of displacing the items, I remained stationed behind them. I rotated my lateral heads by a calculated five degrees, using my rigid frame to intercept the erratic glare. The beam narrowed into a clean, motionless sliver of pale illumination upon the polished grain. Silence settled over the sector.