I didn’t see him. The dog did. He’s barely moving. A “snail’s pace” at best. Lol.
I’ve seen snail trails on the street. They wind across the asphalt, leaving slime behind them. If you’re a snail, everyone knows where you’ve been. You can’t lie about where you’ve been. They are slimy and slow, and leave conspicuous tracks.
But the shell is beautiful. I sometimes want life to slow down a bit. Take my time. Enjoy the journey.
Like a snail.
Waite for it... 