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.
Eskildoodle Photos and Feelings 