A small snail slid slowly, serenely across the paved, woodland trail. Moisture from nighttime showers smoothed its path across the asphalt. In another hour or so, it might reach the other side, provided that it didn’t fall victim to a passing footstep or a speeding bicycle wheel.
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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