It emerged from the shadows in the early morning twilight, sinister in appearance. Water from the sprinklers had left a mark resembling a foot and leg dangling from a witch who was leaning forward over her broomstick, flying to the right while her robes flared wildly behind. Later, after sunrise the mark appeared more hilarious than hideous, and I couldn’t help wondering why anyone would think about witches at this time of the year.
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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