Once again fickle fingers of sunlight poked through the window blinds to selectively tickle decorations on the end table. The wooden manta rays, the napkin, and part of the sea turtle reflected the rays while the goat still hid in the shadow. Not to worry, a short time later even the reclusive old goat got his “time in the sun.”
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.
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