Stuck

I was watching a snail heading out this morning, gliding across the walkway like it was on a grand adventure. I helped it over some grass growing between the pavers that it seemed perplexed by and wished it a good trip.

A friend came by today and we filled the hours talking and eating and carrying on… When she left I dragged my sketchbook out to the picnic table to try and work on some ideas I had and just sat there. Stuck. A few scribbles and notes, but it felt like work, so I stopped.

Heading back to the house I looked down and there was a snail (I’d like to think the same one) returning from its road trip. Suddenly it stopped, picked up its head and tilted it slightly and looked like it was deep in thought… and possibly worried… I hope it makes it home…

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