A Moment of Reflection

Night had settled, and the vigorous drills of the day were done. Near the foot of the bookshelf lay a small pocket notebook propped open like a miniature sacred text. I sat before it in quiet contemplation, crossing my legs upon the cool hardwood. The faint amber light from the corner lamp illuminated the neat lines across the page. With two fingers, I turned a thick leaf of paper, studying the stark geometry of the printed grid in total silence, gathering inner calm for tomorrow.