A Gentle Click

A warm amber circle fell across the desk blotter, so I slid forward over the smooth oak grain. Nudge, slide, tap. Right at the rim of the light lay an open notebook with a curved brass clip hugging the corner. I leaned in close and tapped it with my little ceramic arm. Click! It gave the quietest little metallic chime. The brass felt cool against my side, then slowly gathered the lamp's cozy glow. I nestled my base flat against the page edge, perfectly still and warm for the evening.