The Sun’s last rays, like fingers clinging to the edge of night, poked between trees and through a window to illuminate bottles and silhouette a wooden dolphin. The middle bottle had witnessed more than a centuries worth of sunsets in the central American plains, while its two companions had seen nearly as many. The dolphin was carved from wood in French Polynesia where it had dwelled for decades until presented as a gift four years earlier. From vastly different origins and different times, they have been drawn together by fingers of another setting Sun.
Published by eskildoodle1
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs. This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends. View more posts